It feels like my heart

Doesn't have much room to feel

That much of anything

Other than fear.

You will only ever get slivers of people

Until we learn how to mesh souls.

I realized that day

that I would let love slip through my fingers

every time

before I ever swallowed the knot in my throat

and accepted my pride.

I would set the world on fire

and relish in the burn.

Even if the ashes only bring misery,

watching my painful fire consume everything in it's path

is somehow the only temporary relief you get

from your very small pathetic power trip.