She does not expect you to care.
She does not expect the world,
To remember she was ever there.

Do you feel real,
Without their validation?

And you set yourself on fire
(again, and again, and again.)
Because the feeling
is worth getting burned.
Because a life without feeling
that you have /lived/
is not much of a life at all.

My veins flood with vitriol
Again and again and again.
Untill i am nothing more
Then a body left to decay,
and a heart bound to shatter
Under the starlight.

You can't burn
every bridge you have,
and then wonder why
you're choking on smoke.

And when she got cold
her fingers itched for a lighter.
To light every crevice she held ablaze,
to fend the dark away another day.

and ill give you
one last chance
to show you can love me
the way you would a fire

and ill let you be the arson
to whatever we are gasoline boy

if you know there is more to love
than burning me out of my body

than breaking apart my ribs
for a look beneath at my heart

you are as slick with desperation as you are love,
but i have only ever been hurt
and i do not intend to become another statistic
in another raging wildfire.

if this is strength
then why
am i in such pain.

You pray to heavens you dont believe in, asking for forgivness from gods you think are fake.

And every day I wake
And every day I sleep
And everyday I wish for you
To love me again