Book Burner

There was once a broken scripted story in the glue stuck scraps of life

The eternal voice of silent fears that housed that hollow home of mine in darkness tinted light .

I tried to tell you all those things in the void of written words that seared

With all the tragic truths untold that for all the love I’ve felt in life, I’ve never quite belonged here.

Still you tore the pages from my books and ripped apart their spines

And spoke not with words but lighter fluid and sparked all that once was mine.

Your hands were burnt bleak ashen black and your face was full of flame

And you stood tall before the forest’s fall until I no longer knew our names.

They fell like leaves in finite breeze and swept away each life I’d seen

That were once the greatest friends I’d had, and lives I’d loved, and who I’d meant to be.

But you pulled down each and every false hope world I’d built with broken hands

In the hope that you’d still live with me in a foolish dream where I’d complete the unwritten man.

But all good things are going now and with your flint, print tinder burned

Into the nothing life we never built for the last lost lessons we learned.

Because you saw those bitter truths I hid in the smoking dust of flame burnt page

That man I was has never been and the fading fleeting finite space was the place you couldn’t stay.