Pyromaniac

You are such a bad habit.

One that crowds my mind and sets my heart on fire.

But how exactly is it fair

That I, standing here, am caught ablaze by you

and you can't even feel the warmth

can't see the fire you started

the matches lit,

the only place I've ever called home

burned to the ground

But how exactly is it fair

That I, standing here, am caught ablaze by you

my heart burnt to ash

and I can't even microwave yours