I wish I could tell you I’m sorry
but if I did I wouldn’t mean it
I told u I was fire and u where ice
I told you I’m not good, I’m not innocent
But you looked me straight in the eyes and said
Your fire…
Your passion
Your safe
Your hot
Your pain is good
and i told you ill burn u down until there’s nothing left but smoldering ash and misery
and I told you but u where forever frozen in your innocence
So it was u who chose to disregard all the old sayings
about playing with fire
And always getting burnt
Well those warnings are there for a reason
You insisted on lying to me lying to yourself
Constantly disguising longing as love
You convinced yourself that I was perfect
That I was the spark u needed to warm up ur frozen life
to help u survive the long winter
Well u were wrong I was wrong
I should have stopped you
Forced u to see the agonizing truth
so I’m sorry I melted you
sorry that I broke you
I’m sorry I shattered your pathetic little heart
I’m sorry I slaughtered it
and left it there rotting on the ground
screaming for help as I laughed at its horror
I’m sorry all that is left
is a bleeding reeking putrid puddle of self pity and sorrow
but I can’t help it I’m fire
I burn things.
I destroy things.
its just in my nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem