I Dreamt You Were An Arsonist
You. It always comes back to you.
You say you know you will hurt me
But you don't want to.
I am terrified, so fucking scared.
The thought makes my heart pound,
my ears ring,
my mouth dry.
I am terrified.
But you love me.
You love me.
You're in love with me.
You love me, and it is hot and bright as fire
it burns my very soul.
Outshines my fear,
Sears away my terror.
I must be a masochist
or maybe just reckless.
But I trust you more than you trust yourself.
Yes, I'm fragile,
flammable, even.
I would let you destroy me.
Set me on fire,
little arsonist.
Let me burn.
I choose that.