I set it alight.

The ground, I watch it burn.

And watch the smoke as it churned

The skies into chaos.

The fire spread. It spread fast.

I step closer.

Towards my raging child

And urge it so it could bind

My heart. And hope that of all creatures,

These little suns won't let go.

I push a worded paper to the fire

And cringe as it blackens, curls and turns to ashes

As it lives and devours and lashes-

At my subdued mind, as it let goes-

Of all those lies made of ink.

Are they all I have?

I ask the stars as the fire rages-

Those lovely little dreams and pages

Which I burn and shatter,

Which I foster to destroy.

Well, they destroy me.

They do so every time I loved them.

Just like you did.