He set me on fire then he kissed me
He leaned right in and kissed me
Right there in the flames
I still question whether it was him
I think back to it
I look for strings
I check the mirror
Then he let me go
He let me go like he should have when he met me
It stung to know I have less to offer him
but
You see, I’m no longer the type to be chained
Not to love, not to men, not to anything other than my dreams
And so yes, I cut my insides on his shards of glass
but he fingered my demons
As he watched the blood drip drip from between my thighs
-Sasch
