You see my pain
- and because you found it with your narrow eyes,
your acrid tongue
and swift hands,
I somehow find you turning tables.
Calling it yours because you say it louder
than my heavy heart could bother.
I fade away while you take it all in.
I watch the trail you blaze
from the match you struck me with.
You try to consume it all
as if deep down you know that it won't last.