Ashes in my heart
leads to
a solved problem
which you
burned down
while I was
in love.

What if the voice inside your head
that tells you when you are at fault,
is not your own, not yours at all,
for why would someone self-assault?
What if the words that ramble on
about that which you should amend,
really are the voice of God,
that which one couldn't comprehend?