I used to want to be your everything.
To consume and be consumed.
You were all perfect.
And then you weren’t.
And you ran. And I pushed
You pushed. And I ran.
I used to build bonfires.
I lit them
I touched them.
Then I ran away. Before you could.
Because the flames were much prettier than the ashes.
Because I couldn’t stop at building. At igniting.
Part of me had to destruct it too.
To destroy meant it couldn’t be taken.
If I left
You couldn’t every truly abandon me.
I need you. And you. And you
So I’d make you need me instead.
Then burn it all down before you could un-need me.
Yet in each fire
Then I’d have to create another me.
None of then where truly real
Because there is no me.
I grieve them all though
I grieve them all