Arsonist

Please leave Before I come back for what was mine, The remorse I faked to buy us time, The hate you await to make it right. I made my way out Of the house I burned down. Nothing is left for me now; No one else had heard the sound. I waited inside the refuge I found, And burned myself to the ground. And now I don’t know who I am; When she saw what I was, she ran. Chaos catches my eye; It makes a poet out of me and my life. No one touches the more wounded side. The sabotage was mine; I set it off to feel it ignite, And sat inside alone and cried. You can’t close the wound with a knife; You can’t make love to her with spite; You can’t have her now when she was mine. The apology depreciates in time. More wrongs made it right; I tried to burn it down that night.