Does it bother you when you see your name
across these words,
secretly tucked away
between each metaphor?
Does it bother you that these words
take an aim to your heart?
Tugging at each ventricle?
Setting fire to your atria?
Heating up your arteries?
Does it bother you that these poems
were meant for the universe to read
but for you to feel?
These were meant to be read by people
but was written to make you weak,
shatter
and
break.
It was meant for you to fall down
on your knees.
Does it bother you that these stories
reveal your antagonism
and how you can no longer
play the victim?
Does it bother you that these words
were a factor as to why you fell for me
and how it also turned out to be
the reason why you left?
Do you ache like I do?
Do you feel the heat consuming you?
I will never be sorry for sharing this pain
because you have been the arsonist
that had set my heart to flames
and my lips had been
the only known fire escape
and this,
these words are just the embers and ashes.