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.
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