There is light inside my ribcage,
A raging fire!
You put it there, you arsonist!
I’m bellowing smoke, but I’m not choking,
no,
I feel alive.
I feel manic and alive.
God!
With my insides burning their way to singe the underside of my skin
I want to hold you, 
and stay devoted.
I want to be loyal.
Dedicated.
Isolated.
Yours.
I stay because I love you.
You love me too, don't you?

-I.K.