I never needed you,
not to write.
A simple replacement in lieu
of her. To reignite
that flame of my creative vessel.
Fuel to the fire.
Emotions with which to wrestle.
Your licentious abandonment seemed dire,
But now I need no fuel for this fire.
The flame is I.
With hungry, flickering tendrils, roaring.
As it shall be till the day I die.
At once ravaging and warring.
At once outpouring and restoring.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
I never needed you,
not to write.
A simple replacement in lieu
of her. To reignite
that flame of my creative vessel.
Fuel to the fire.
Emotions with which to wrestle.
Your licentious abandonment seemed dire,
But now I need no fuel for this fire.
The flame is I.
With hungry, flickering tendrils, roaring.
As it shall be till the day I die.
At once ravaging and warring.
At once outpouring and restoring.
