It's funny how
that one drunken slip of the tongue
that led to slurred confessions
so drastically altered my life,
altered me.
It was the ***
that gave me the courage to tell you
how lovely you are

As sloppily as they had dripped from my tongue,
my words started a fire,
and before I knew it I was falling deeply in love
with every piece of your fragile being.
You fanned the flames and ran
not turning back to look upon the blaze as it ravaged me

I just find it ironic
that *** started this hellish blaze
that is tearing through my heart,
and with ***
I now make inane attempts
to put it out