you touched me and it
set
   my
skin
             alight
and in the frenzy of the moment
i looked through the flickering flames
and kissed your smiling face.
i thought this was me,
finally warm,
finally safe
and finally alive, but
now it's been a month
and these burns aren't even close to scabbing and the scars that they leave will be deeper
than any trauma i have previously endured.

this ended before it began but
fire burns the body
incredibly quickly and now
my heart has blackened and throbs and i
watch you stand and marvel at your magnificent artwork.
you have incinerated my will to live.

i thought you could be my home,
my house had burned to the ground, but then
i remembered you were the one
who lit
      the
                         match.