And I felt as though I was burning from the inside out,
Choking on thick, black smoke while my mind began to fill with the ashes of what I once was.

Then he showed up and soothed my scorching soul all the while igniting something else. Something much deeper, that would hurt much more had he chose to blow it out.
Love...

Thankfully, mercifully, I thought, he decided to let me burn, but for too long. I began to sizzle out. For when the same spark finally caught fire in him, the bonfire that was once ablaze in me was reduced to nothing more than a charred pile of memories..

I heard you die twice,
once when they bury you in the grave
and the second time is the last time
that somebody mentions your name

- Glorious, Macklemore Ft. Skylar Grey

"I need you", you said,
"Without you, I’d be dead."

I locked my eyes into yours with a gaze steady.
I said, "If you can’t live without me,
why aren’t you dead already?"

He claimed another life today,
That horrible thing called Death.
He took their beating heart away,
He took their final breath.

If you have nothing new to say.
Nothing true to say.

Shut the **** up.

Stop feeding off of others words.
They got them from someone else’s plate.

We’ve all had a taste of them, they’re on the ******* dollar menu.

I can’t stand hearing cheap ****,
shut up and go take a hit.
Maybe in your daze,
you’ll find something amaze.

Then write about that.
Not something run over on the road.
Love’s practically flat.

I want to see a flash from a barrel,
and hear a bang from a muzzle.
Every ******* time I read a pseudo-love poem.

Put down the pen on love.
I’m ashamed of the poems I’ve writ about it.
Thinking I had knowledge of something so powerful.

If it’s real, you can’t put it into words.
Let it stay that way.
Indescribable.
Don’t let a pen astray,
on something in an ashtray.

This bridge has been burned for too long.

People don't die alone
They only die lonely