Arsonist

Arsonist I burned our love to the ground myself. I soaked it all in kerosene and lit the match and threw it at the very heart. There was cruelty, ugly words, petty slights. Sometimes there was love. We danced so hard at night in our cups we'd fall to the floors laughing. I let you go and fell apart but very slowly began to piece my parts back where they belonged. I heard music again; it never sounded right. Years have brought much love to my door. I've held many women close and played at love the best I could with my heart so out of tune.