my monologues
used to contain dark things
those that never shone
words that were nothing but tar soaked

my monologues
burned when I first saw you
every word ignited
every phrase,
sentence
in flames

my monologues
are stars now
ever so bright,
ever filled with burning gas
that could last
for more than a thousand years

my monologues
were about finding you,
when it was too dark

my monologues
are now about you
and how your existence in my life
engulfs me in flames
incinerating my soul
with each word
each ballad,
each sentence you offer

my monologues
become
letters,
poetry,
all for you.