So many fires and so much time

spent drawn into the flames

and I think I finally burned my heart out

So tired of these situations

I always seem to trap myself

in places and people

where I end up hurting myself

in my inability

to grasp what’s actually going on

I only want to watxh it burn

and maybe warm myself

but instead I fall face-first

and end up scarred and ashen

Throwing myself at those

unwilling or unable

to return what I try to give

so I end up giving more

until nothing’s left

watching at they drop those pieces

of myself I’ve handed then

right into these flames

Having to dig through

and burn myself some more

as they walk away and leave me there

to melt and blow away

You’d think I’d know better

but here I am emerging

once again from embers

a smoldering pile of soot and reminders

of what happens when I feel