Personal Bonfire

Beauty’s synonym

Kryptonite’s rendition

The sly-footed fancy of men

I swore you were the wind


But now you are the playlist of the past

The once upon a time

That came to an end

Not built to last


The iceberg was there

So please forgive me

For refusing the indulgence

Of rearranging the deck chairs


In such a societal disaster

The world turns spectator

So I must be aesthetic and diplomatic, yet firm

Because I know I’ll be judged on my form.


No task force to clear the debris

So I’ll make a campfire of your letters

Share my stories and my Smore’s

The only time you’ve ever been filling


This is the last time,

You’ll bring fire to my life.

It will be the last time,

Your lies will keep me warm.



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