There are pages piling up

 filled to the brim with your name,

 and even though I've burnt most

the ashes have settled on my skin.

 I'm taking all the steps needed

to keep your name from being spelt out in ink, 

I'm making sure, 

that it doesn't fill all these new diaries I bought, 

that I hope to fill with new hope 

and in my own hand writing, 

where I am present, 

even if it means setting myself on fire.