The story of us,
As Tay-Tay would say
Is nothing like it was
What once was inseparable dependence
Has been diluted;
Reduced to ashes;
Burned by pain, jealousy, fear…
I hold the match

Arsen has become my second nature
My thinking,
Breathing...
The worst part is,
I never wanted to be this criminal.
This fire.
I loved you with such intensity,
That I learned to trust myself...
I wish I didn't.
Because once I did,
I thought, I believed, I
Knew
You were going to put me out
Stop the flames
But...
I was selfish
I was wrong

Between mood swings and whiplash,
Us and them
Somewhere along the way…
I lost you.
I
Lost
You.