I know myself, I’m such a flammable thing:
A thing made not to blaze, but for surrendering
I do not burn, I am burned by design,
I keep to the cold, and fracture in shine
I know you, you are fire in the act:
You do not withstand heat, you are the impact
You do not erode, you do not tire
I am fuel that feeds you — you, the fire
You burn, I burn
You burn what you touch,
I burn when touched
Say, if I am coal and you are flame,
what laws would ever let us mean the same?
You grow by taking, I thin by staying
You name it warmth, I think it fraying
You burn, I burn
You burn what you touch,
I burn when touched
Mark how the fire delights on the coal’s retreats,
in countless losses, those that keep its heat
Yet coal thrives when the fire’s gone,
where the air lies still and the heat moves on
For see, I crave your absence, it lets me stay whole;
you crave my presence, yet it costs my soul
You burn, I burn
You burn what you touch,
I burn when touched
Pity me not, the coal in flame
I knew the terms, I still accepted this game
Pity the fire: bright, undone, alone;
For all it reaches for is overthrown
You will keep burning; I will turn to ash
We were never equal, only heat and what it asks
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
I know myself, I’m such a flammable thing:
A thing made not to blaze, but for surrendering
I do not burn, I am burned by design,
I keep to the cold, and fracture in shine
I know you, you are fire in the act:
You do not withstand heat, you are the impact
You do not erode, you do not tire
I am fuel that feeds you — you, the fire
You burn, I burn
You burn what you touch,
I burn when touched
Say, if I am coal and you are flame,
what laws would ever let us mean the same?
You grow by taking, I thin by staying
You name it warmth, I think it fraying
You burn, I burn
You burn what you touch,
I burn when touched
Mark how the fire delights on the coal’s retreats,
in countless losses, those that keep its heat
Yet coal thrives when the fire’s gone,
where the air lies still and the heat moves on
For see, I crave your absence, it lets me stay whole;
you crave my presence, yet it costs my soul
You burn, I burn
You burn what you touch,
I burn when touched
Pity me not, the coal in flame
I knew the terms, I still accepted this game
Pity the fire: bright, undone, alone;
For all it reaches for is overthrown
You will keep burning; I will turn to ash
We were never equal, only heat and what it asks
