against my will—
you have carved out a part of me
to keep for yourself,
to keep alive the old flame
that burns with your hatred.
and i—
i don't understand
why you feed a fire
that scorches you more than me,
why you engulf
those cold enough to linger near.
and i don't want
to be your kindling
anymore.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
against my will—
you have carved out a part of me
to keep for yourself,
to keep alive the old flame
that burns with your hatred.
and i—
i don't understand
why you feed a fire
that scorches you more than me,
why you engulf
those cold enough to linger near.
and i don't want
to be your kindling
anymore.