He likes to light up
light me aflame
puts me to shame
for all that I am..
I am a forest filled with weeds
and droopy trees
but he spends hours
picking through
looking for flowers
at the sight of none
I know I'm done
filled with anger
he lights up
lights me aflame
burns my weeds to ashes
roots to coal
and trees to stone
smoke signal of despair
suffocating smell of loss
a graveyard I hoped someone would love
but why love the ****
when you can have the flower?
why care for something in need
when you can double your power?
he likes ****
but of a different breed
lighting up with flowers
who personalities are sour
me behind
scorched and scared
just a ****
wishing
I was his kind of ****.