I miss you
I miss me
Like a furnace I was fed with coal and fuel
but I was quite …
Spitting out fire sparks every now and then
Hurting no one but myself
The heat pushed you away …
Pushed everyone away
Except for those who accidentally caught fire!
In an attempt to cool down I blew steam into my soul
Melting down every good memory …
I thought by burning them down I would have nothing to lose … no one to mistrust… no one to “mislove”…
I thought the calm ashes would finally bring me peace …
Now here I am standing -buried in the suffocating ashes- waiting for a phoenix to emerge …
I can see no phoenixes leaving this furnace …
