Dear The Kindling to My Fire,

 

Your actions are the kindling to my fire.

Time only made the fire roar louder.

I'm sorry that I've concluded that you are a liar.

My heart with a knife through it lays in the fire.

Without a heart, I am left with power

Generated from the anger that transpired.

Thank you.

 

Your actions are the kindling to my fire.

All the time that was a waste

Since you wouldn't give me a chance.

I'm sorry that I've concluded that you are a liar 

From the lies that you spit at my face.

I am still unhappy from the unpleasant dance. 

A time that could be erased.

The frustration is enhanced;

Giving me the strongest desire.

Thank you.

 

Your actions will always be the kindling to my fire,

Because life can be so unfortunate.

It's hard to forget the actions that are done.

The memories I would like to retire,

But they are like a hymn to an organist

Going off in my head on rerun.

Consuming is the fire

Like that of an arsonist.

The flames can never be undone.

Goodbye.