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Setting myself on fire
when I have said
one too many times the things that are screaming in my head .
When he does not say anything.
and I cannot draw back the blood spilled on the floor.
When my skin has worn paper thin from holding this in
and I am tired of playing pretend .
I want to try to hide the truth within
by setting fire to the whole damn thing.
kill the heart that betrays its own breath.
topple down the white washed walls
of his silence.
Shh, he says.
Waves a hand and my scrambled mind stops
in mid leap thru the flames.
What are you talking about?
Nothing my dear, I am just pretending to be breathing your name.
The pain is imaginary too.
Send me back to the silence.
He gets to sit back and watch my daily drama unfold.
I feed his smiles, his empty spaces,
maybe his jealousy
now and then
am hand fed crumbs
I hunger for his world.
Today I'll set fire to myself and he will have nothing left of me.
Until, my silence becomes a roar in his mind and he calls out again
Where have you been?!
In the same place you left me