this house burns down slowly.
this house burns down slowly.
i watch the flames lick the sky
and think of how our relationship
went up in flames like the house.
it started as a small kitchen fire.
just one tiny fight.
then it spread to the living room
where the battle began
and the curtains caught fire.
then the fire spread to the bathroom
where the blood on the sink and mirror
turned black.
the battle turned to a war in the bedroom
where the fire touched the ceiling
and it started to cave in.
i watch the house burn down
and my hat goes off to you.
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