We were like a house hollowed out by flames
Lust burning though the pretty paint over our bones
The fire from your harsh words curled around my heart, licking at the bottom of my spine
Carving I love you into the walls with ashes
Soft words that hit like death
Like decaying snowflakes
They blew through the home we had built together
Dancing with the floorboards just how our shoes used to
Waltzing up the steps Enameled in black war paint
From the epic of our love that raged within the walls
Support beams jutting out of the ground like fallen soldiers in the wake of our crusade
Memories strewn across the battlefield
Left floating in the eternal winter of ashes that our passion had left for us
I was ice trying to freeze over the fuze already lit for the end
You were like a burning match
lashing me to your cruel hand
getting pulled six feet under the rising water in our house
I was the flood
And you were the house fire
We were consuming each other in our own storms
You were burning up every piece of me trying to find fuel for your own destruction
I was too busy tripping over the fallen debris you left to run
the flood ripping every breathe out of your chest
the flood ripping out every memory from your dreams
because that is the only place we have left
I can only paint your face in my sleep
I didn't know until you how cold fire could be
You left me in a permanent coma of your shadow
I sleep walk through the streets at five am
trying to find the light in the distance
trying to find your face
but even in the dead of the night in two separate beds
we are a natural disaster chained in a house
weak ivory walls trying to contain
an arsonist
and an empty river