I thought
the fire was hot
In my heart,
the burning would start.
In my head,
I always feel dead.
In my love,
it was never enough.
It’s all gone–
all the drugs that I’m on–
all this pain,
there’s never any gain,
and the hurt
from getting pushed in the dirt,
and a girl
who was my whole damn world …
But it’s dead:
our love.
And all that’s left
are the embers burning down in my head.
