The Blood & The Bones

I used to think of us as a burning house

a place falling to ash and ruin that I would run into

time and time again

to try and save what I loved

I see now through the smoke and singed flesh

that took a decade to clear and heal

that you were the burning house

you were the incinerator

the strike, the spark, the flame

i couldn’t have saved you

not after every match you struck

not after drop of gasoline you spilled carelessly

and honestly, so fucking effortlessly

While I threw my whole body on the blaze

even if there had still been something to rescue

even if there had still been something between us

one sided love is not meant to be saved

the blood

& the bones