I need to stop feeling things,
I don't know if I can,
It seems I've traced the outline,
Of a land mine.
If I stop,
I die.
It just hurts quite a lot inside.

You told me to hold onto my dreams,
Without really knowing what I've been dreaming of.

Have you forced it from your mind?
Have we torched it, you and I?

I guess we've grown from here,
With fire on our side.

I think of someone with a flamethrower when I think of you.
Burning the world,
Yet making it colder too.
I almost want him to.

Why do I want this?
I'm an idiot,
Filled up with options.

A quill to ink,
A certain realization.
That these have been,
The words you have written.

It was rare love alright,
Only...
You rarely loved me,
The way you thought you did.

One day I'll tear this ******* choker from my neck.
I can't believe I've ever thought it's ever brought me strength.
Realistically,
It's made a joke of every single breath.
Yet still it seems so clear to me,
That there's still some magic left.