I wanted to move on, too.
We both have been there, haven't we?
Got out hearts dropped, stomped on.
I know we're both afraid but
You know I know you see it, too.
Go on, don't be scared.
You get the gasoline,
I'll grab the matches.
Start the fire and
"All you there!
See us burn."

I don't know if I'm crazy
but sometimes after I leave your bed
I want to secretly leave something behind,
so that my scent isn't the only thing you
remember me by.
I'm afraid that one day you will find out
what goes on in my head and see nothing
but a battlefield.

                                           **-DB