Almost Out of Matches

May 6, 2018

I set fire to your sweatshirt
hoping to burn the lingering smell of your cologne
but instead
I burned all the little hairs in my nose

I set fire to your car
hoping to burn your desire to leave
but instead
I burned my only means to escape

I set fire to our photographs
hoping to burn our memories
but instead
I burned my hand

I set fire to your diary
hoping to burn your secrets
but instead
I burned the only evidence that you ever loved me

I set fire to myself
hoping to rise from the ashes
when instead
I should’ve just burned you






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