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I write about my ex a lot,
we didn't talk much, but our tongues touched,
we used to have sex a lot and 
it was so hot that it set my soul ablaze, 
and no, it wasn't my first time, but damn,
he sparked something in me, I was ready to tell 
my mother I am in love now and I am a woman
in ways I never was before, I hoped that these 
flames never go out, I'd proudly show off these 
burn marks and these scars, I'd leave my
Neosporin at home. 

I said that I needed someone to come along and 
break my heart, but no, it was only a joke, I just
needed that spark to write, something to get me 
fired up, something to get my pen scalding ink 
into the page, but why did it have to be pain?
You were never good at detecting sarcasm,
you were never good at reading my text 
messages, responding to my love, my love
this burns, I have reached my boiling point 
everything of yours must go now. 

Take back those texts which were more like 
I was conversing with myself, the phone calls
that were always convenient for you, the "baby,
I really want to see" when you felt like being bothered,
the "I miss you" when you wanted to slide inside me,
because remember, we didn't talk much, our bodies 
touched, we used to have sex a lot, naive of me to think
that lust could convert to love so easily, you quickly 
reminded me that I am was playing with fire. 

Take back those shirts and hoodies that used to smell
like you, the ones that I would breathe in deeply when 
you weren't in my presence, take those good days back, 
they cloud my judgement and make me forget that the 
bad times outweighed the good like a fat kid on a seesaw,
take back those words, you didn't mean any of them, those 
lies that stuck to my thighs, this body tagged with your graffiti,
this love that was never reciprocal, never equal, I love math
but I have always had a personal beef with improper fractions,
take this body, this vagina-WAIT. Actually, just bubble wrap that 
and put it in a box and send it back to me, I will be sure to give it
to someone more deserving than you next time. 

My friend warned me after our second break-up that this is 
dangerous, but I said no, I waved her off, that because you,
an arsonist and me, a pyromaniac, that this is just the way our
love goes, I turned off the sprinklers, ignored the beeping of the
detectors, I snatched the batteries out after a while, I told my 
friend no matter what do not call 911, do not extinguish this,
there is no point, this forest fire destroys everything in its path, 
this love is a slow burn. 

There are things that you can't take back, things that you want 
to give back, or throw away, they still find a way back into your attic,
or back in your bed, or lodged into your brain, I remember scrolling 
Twitter once, and landed on one of your tweets, you said that you 
was just dating but it was nothing special, and that caused my heart 
to combust, as if implying that I was nothing special, like I didn't concave
my body in the ways you wanted me to, like I didn't engulf myself in 
submission, like I didn't become the woman that you wanted, nothing 
special and that burned like spraying perfume into my eyes, and that 
singed like rubbing alcohol into a fresh wound, hurtful pits of rage, I
felt flames coming from my ears, I spat venom, I became a Komodo 
dragon, I became dead set on ruining everything you owned, my blood 
simmered, it reeked of the smell of my bubbling flesh, I have reached my 
melting point, everything of yours is gone now. 

At least I can say I tried even when it went up in smoke, I coughed and 
choked and my eyes ran tears, I am the last thing to go, and though this 
pains me, I must leap from this burning building even if it means I'll break 
my legs, at least I know about sacrifice, at least I know about love though not 
much to show for it but at least I tried; I am the one who flew too close to the 
sun, I am the one who couldn't control the chariot and Zeus had to strike me 
down, I came back alive as a firefly, pray you get to catch me next time, I arose
from the debris blemish free, my friends will say look how you glow now, and I 
will say yes and I now have tons of material, but why did it have to come from 
pain? I hope you are scrolling on Twitter or Instagram or see me in person and I am 
smiling, and you think wow what happened to all of her scars, isn't she something 
special, she looks so beautiful, she is so happy, without me...without me? And I hope 
it burns your hearts to ashes
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