Lumber is stoked and the flames rise higher
Time passes and I hope that they do heal but still they cannot be soothed
All I can wish for is that with time, they will be subdued
For now they simply rise and rise, higher and higher into the limitless sky
I may try to cut off the oxygen supply
Will I die?
Maybe if I don’t breathe
Maybe if I don’t feel I can protect myself—no that is simply wishful thinking
The yells and screams aren’t the worst part
It’s the subtle silence and tension that pulls at my heart
You shouldn’t be together, you aren’t happy, not in
Love.
Have you forgotten what it means?
Now it is something I can only hope to attain in my dreams
Two people unraveled stand before me
Nothing would suggest their inability to act tame
It is up to me to water down my flame
It may be too late for the corruption of my ideas--
Ideals no more
But I could never trust someone who picks a whore