All those times
I half-spilled coffee on myself
because your words enchanted me
with some glimmer of compassion.

All those times
I sat across from you in a dark room
hoping only to catch your eye
in the dim glow of a television.

All those times
I shivered in an empty car
waiting for the bar to close
so you could make it home to me.

Well, you've been drinking
I can smell it on your breath
but kiss my anyway.
Maybe I am selfish

for wanting to kiss you often
when you know I am too shy.
Maybe I am foolish
for playing with cupid's arrows,

but I will play with fire anyway because
what the hell, I like to watch things burn.
I like the ever-impending possibility
of setting fire to my own insides,

of burning this place to the ground.
Your hands stir me from my sleep
and for you, I burn brightly enough
to light the night sky a thousand times over.