Striking a match

cropped-flame

Striking a match
using my prerogative
lit the letters, cards and such
primitive memories
burnt them artistically
pictures without frames
danced in flames
each lie screamed I’m sorry
promises melted gradually
I love you smoldered in pain
forever disappeared like ash

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burn baby burn

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