I don't recognize
the version of me
that was in love
with you. 

Phoenix

I am tormented

by my love for you. 

It burns me.

It consumes me.

I'm embarrassed. 

I really ought to know better by now. 

Sparks

and fire 

and ice

It burns.  

Cohesion doesn't make sense. 

This, doesn't make sense. 

Cohesion doesn't explain

the delight in longing,

the lust and self-loathing

that loving you brings. 

I will die in the fire of all of this. I know it. 

It's a dangerous game, loving you. 

It burns. 

I am burning. 

Ashes.

And then the spark,

lights...

And my torment

my love,

begins again.