I would douse every memory of you in gasoline.
I would torch every photo, every tangible item that reminds me of you.
I would curse your name, choking as my lungs filled with acrid smoke.
I would burn this place to the ground.
I would die amongst the flames along with our love. Just to haunt the ashes of what once was.
I would do this.....if I thought it would mean a fucking thing to you.