The cleanest way to ruin trust/faith is by setting it on fire.
I like playing with fire and see where the burn decides to darken: on me or on you.
I've got nothing to lose.
I've got no good words left in my mouth for no one.
Always had my feet halfway through the door, ready to close the door behind.
I love fire. It soothes.
On this bridge, alight, my vulnerability shared and ruined.
Ashes are singing and dancing; no changing your mind,
what was is what I am now.
Expired.
Oh, permanence, life's little irony.
Don't wait.
I'm not coming around.
