Listening to the same slow love song over and over again. You'd figure I'd realize when you left me it was really the end. The end of my heart that I thought was unable to be put back together after it shattered on the floor. I never let my family realize it effected me so bad that you had me screaming I will not be weak anymore. I saw how close to insanity I had came. I look back at myself and I feel shame.
As I grew older I knew those memories of us would fade and be replaced by something better. Maybe now I should just rip up and burn all your useless letters. I loved your hand writing. I still do, but it wont do any good looking at it now. They still remind me of you. I ripped the paper and lit the match. Oh, wasn't you just a lovely catch.
I watched the flames that burned your letters slowly spread. I smiled as the flames danced on the walls knowing your memory is dead. The fire slipped into the other room. It'll spread through the whole house soon. It was all so pretty how it went. Too bad you were asleep right then and couldn't see it all. It doesn't matter because you were tied to the bed. You wouldn't know anything till it came up the hall.
I slipped into your bed room, out of the smoke. I saw your eyes as you began to choke. I told you everything was okay. Just like you told me that one day. I sat down beside you as you fought to get free. I stared at you for a while until I couldn't see. I ran out of the room and out of the fire. I didn't look back, and I didn't admire. I guess you're lucky nothing like this really happened to you. Because you know it is something I would do.
