I used to think of us as a burning house
a place falling to ruin that I would run into
time and time again
to try and say what I loved
I see now through the smoke
that took a decade to clear
that you were the burning house
and I couldn’t have saved you
even after every match you struck
every drop of gasoline you spilled carelessly
even if there had still been something to save
even if there has still been something between us
the blood
& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 
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