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.
Copyright © William Donovan | Year Posted 2018
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