Words will flicker into nothingness as they flare up off my scorched earth tongue.
Singeing the feathers of the carcass of what once was my fluttering infatuation with you.
But I have always known infatuation is meant to burn out.
It's as if I willingly stepped into a wall of flames.
I suppose I wanted to scald the inside of my mouth with one sip of your name.
I suppose I wanted to be burnt so bad that every time I tasted something, there you would be.
But what had you ever really given me?
I was infatuated with a fantasy
There was no reality
Only the mock flames that were forged
And then blew out so simply.