Burning Houses

You tired in searching

for me,

So you lit the house

on fire to find me.

Feeling the flames

grab my body

as you flicked the match.

We were almost there.

I was so fucking close

to you.

Choosing not to see me

right in front of you.

You were always good

at that.

Misplaced truths,

to feed the narrative.

I still return to the

house we escaped to.

Burning from the

inside - out

explaining what it's

like to die for the

one you love.

Finally making it

out alive.

Afraid to leave

the ashes behind.

Still smelling the

burning wood

through my bones.

Dreams melting

between walls.

Watching our roofs

cave in -

In order to escape

what you purposely

set fire to.

Never forget,

I would of gone

into that burning

house to save you