Twenty-six
It’s funny
I use to find the most creative ways
To destroy myself
I use to be able to do it better
Oh, magnificently tearing down
Than anyone else
The smell of gasoline fumes
Surprised when I light myself on fire
Till you came a long
And grabbed my hand
Never looked right past me
Doused me in heavenly water
Nursed me back to health
Holding all I have over open flames
Two-stepping with Hades
As he beckons my broken parts
Oh, come on he says
I can not undo what I have done
But, it’s easier to accept with you
He can’t get to me with you