The Unreciprocative

I'm pouring tears like kerosene

That leave us both saturated.

I moved mountains for this love

But you saw only flitting infatuation.

You're pouring your apologies

For wounds you cannot patch.

Bite your tongue and hold your breath

As I strike a match.

And ignite this raging inferno boiling over inside.

Neither one of us is making it out of this tragedy alive.