how can i ever
save you from a raging fire

and as i watch you smile
i can feel your heart straining
to keep itself together

and i want to reach in
and make everything better

but all is in vain
i have no power

all i have
is another messy heart
to tell you
we are the same

the same, which i hate
the same same, in which we
never liked to see in each other

so i watch you walk past me,
and you do, likewise
and i ignore you with a burning passion

later thinking, aren’t we the same?