__I'd let you know
if there ever was a burn notice
I'd set it on fire and watch the embers
I'd let them remind me
    of the passion burning
away at my fibrous essence
running out of fuel for lack of  outside sources
call me a parasite (I'm apathetic now)
    while I'm clinging to hope of
someday having another line
of contrast to annul my narcissism
finding the difference to 180
    finally being good enough


    for someone,
    if it mattered.