For the Span of a Breath

[Cade]

She longed for my fiery passion;

I scorched her with napalm.

 

She wanted to be special;

I stripped her of all identity.

 

She pleaded for my attention;

I bathed her in exquisite suffering.

 

She begged to feel my razor’s edge;

I carved deep into her soul.

 

She thirsted to drink deep my darkness;

I drowned her in my desire.

 

She hungered to feed me;

I ate a shard of her fragile heart.

 

She implored to know me better;

I shattered her understanding.

 

She wavered under the weight of awareness;

I am intimately familiar my failure.

 

She tells me she needs to escape;

I know she means to discard me.

 

I will be forgotten.

(I promise.)

 

But…

…For the span of a breath…

 

She longed for my fiery passion,

And I scorched her with napalm.

Edited February 28 by Cade