Volcanic

The love we had is burning.

Arson committed directly to my heart.

Used to crave you, like I had a sweet tooth.

But the cavity has turned to rot in my gums.

There used to be love.

The chance we had is burning.

Visions of what could've been in the smoke.

Flames hungry for the passion we had.

They lick at the tears on my cheeks.

A buffet for them splashing at my feet.

The life we built is burning

Crumbling like soft baked cookies.

Ashes spreading quickly, picked up by the winds of the storm.

I tried not to let it get the house, the house you built in my head.

But it was never your home.

We are burning.

A blistering, burning, blaze.

A volcanic eruption.

There's nothing left but ash.

We are burning.