my monologues
used to contain dark things
those that never shone
words that were nothing but tar soaked
my monologues
burned when I first saw you
every word ignited
every phrase,
sentence
in flames
my monologues
are stars now
ever so bright,
ever filled with burning gas
that could last
for more than a thousand years
my monologues
were about finding you,
when it was too dark
my monologues
are now about you
and how your existence in my life
engulfs me in flames
incinerating my soul
with each word
each ballad,
each sentence you offer
my monologues
become
letters,
poetry,
all for you.