My fingers trembled and clenched around a tiny blue box,
a tiny blue box of matches
A small box, containing small wooden sticks
That’s what was going to end it all
I had a match in my hand
You raised your voice
Actually I’d call it a scream
Screaming my name
Begging me to burn it down
And you told me to make sure I lit it all on fire as that was the only way to end everything we knew
Bring it all down
Bring everything we built down to nothing but ashes
You screamed
My hands trembled
Holding tightly onto the little blue box
I had a match in my hand
You raised your voice
And I closed my eyes but I never opened them, and I never heard you scream my name again
I think I let it go
I no longer had a match in my hand
And our love was left burn to ash