As the fires approached the coast
I threw every picture I had of you
on the trail behind me
I knew if I did
The flames would never find me
They would get lost,
as I did in that unavoidable
void-
The mystery
behind your eye
Thinking that if only
they could burn brighter,
more passionately,
they might illuminate
whatever it is that lies
dormant in that
abyssal
black
They will burn for you. . .
and I will be safe,
Until they realize
that the mystery
was actually
crippling
depression,
and you are
nothing like the pictures
The ocean is at my back. . .
The flames have found me
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I'm not usually one to call people out on mental or emotional problems in any public matter, but in this case it was a crucial point in the story of really getting to the bottom of what makes a person fall in love with the wrong one, and the things that happen when that misguided love is pursued to its natural end.
If the girl in the pictures is reading this (and I doubt you are, you never were much for poetry) I hope you are doing well, and I'm sorry to have burned you.