Time passed, And we are exposed to each other Again But this time It's different.
The emptiness that fills me No longer yearns for you And as your artificial warmth fills me I cannot but feel repulsed And yet I still stay close by.
Why do I expose myself to such suffering If I can just leave you And float away? What makes you essential To my survival, To my support? What value do you hold If you burn my already empty soul With confusion and Chaos?
My soul is already tearing apart And yet here you are Setting my soul alight As if I wasn't tired enough.
When fire was the whole reason you wrote a poem...