this is everything i didn't say

ninety

this whole thing is anger turned inwards

forget the sadness- it never mattered anyway

it's about the forest fire that never got put out because no one called 911

the wreckage is still there and no one got burned but me

you said you were sorry for lighting the match but you still keep gasoline by your bed so what's the truth

i really did try to bring the forest back, i did, it was just too far gone

now i'm lighting my own fires in your memory because it's my anger now, not yours

but the trees have been ash for a while now and all you ever said about it was how glad you were that they weren't blocking the sunlight anymore

i'm sorry it still smells like smoke. i'm sorry i'm always burning

i'm sorry i don't know how to stop blaming myself for your flames

pyromaniac // k.