Ca-chow!
Your words rip into my flesh like bullets.
Searing my ears.
Working their way to my heart.
You think me insane for wanting you.
You think yourself a fool
for not already writing me out of your life.
Yet, you are blind to the love and peace
I usher to your cynical soul.
You deny their power
and press for logic and intellectualism.
Why don't you accept this twisted gift I offer you?
Myself.
It is not the present you wanted
and so you throw it into the fire
leaving me singed from the fire of judgment.
Your fire only rebirths the phoenix that I am
molting sadness into hope again.
