Keeping Things Aflame

I find that holding on to you is very much like holding on to a burning coal, protecting it from the water, just to keep it aflame. But though I turn a blind eye to the wounds and the cuts that come with it, these weary hands and fragile heart can only hold so long before you burn through my soul, leaving a hole by the likes of you.

The Last Straw

Go ahead!

Scrape your knee.

Bump your head.

Pack your bags.

Leave this place.

Turn your back.

Slam the door.

Shatter your dreams.

Scatter your thoughts.

Take your knife out.

Get in brawls,

On the wrong side of the track.

Get sick ass drunk.

Shrivel your lungs.

Let the world down.

They owe you nothing.

Crash the car.

Make all the wrong choices.

I was there for you.,

All those years,

All those tears.

Well, not anymore.

You don’t need me?

I don’t need you.

Get lost.

Good bye.

Scratch that.

Good riddance.

You’ve done it once,

Maybe twice, thrice.

This is the last time.

No more.

No more.

I give up!

 

But do me one favor, will you?

Kill me before you kill yourself.