Monday, January 16, 2012

Closure for Those I've Pained

A caustic lover
Carcinogenic by choice
Incendiary by nature
A flame the poet begs to burn with
An architect of destruction
Building bridges for demolition
Dust of brick and mortar
But what's so good about picking up the pieces:
One day hearing, "I love you, rotten."

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