“The sky is on fire I am, too cigarette burns on my faded tattoo.”

I love it. The way you listen to my silence and find the words lost in impatience.

Blue dreams in ocean wading devotion I miss the waves of our healthy obsession.

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.

Moments passing evenings warning waves receding to everlasting tides.

Hearts retch on homestretch where will we go?

Sometimes I can’t believe I decided to heal even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I did.

It’s funny how things can be so temporarily permanent.

It’s just me and my mangled limbs your touch soothing but unconvincing singsong whispers of lives unlived.

Maybe we’ll meet on the beach sand in our shoes, waves in our guts flowers blooming by some miracle because you always had the talent to make those happen.

You can hit me and push me but you can’t quite beat me.

You left flowers on my bedside as if I were my tomb clumsy words that don’t begin to heal my wounds “I’m sorry” scrawled on a post-it.

You are what you want, Do you want who you are?

It turns out the monster in you overshadowed the ghost of kindness I so believed in.

Bound by rose thorns, pricked by love.

We burn incandescent memories lungs aching with washed-out oxygen as if we weren’t to meet again.

Down to the marrow in your bones, you will always be beautiful to me.

The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.

An endless fire burns within me whispers in my ear and encourages me to grow past what I can see.

She burns like hot water then tastes like sweet tea.

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Tired of being tired burnt out from putting our fires.

The smoke left after the aftermath doesn’t seem to leave the atmosphere, and now it has started to burn my lungs.