In Flames, Act 1: The Fire Starts Poem by Dyhanara Rios

Listen, now, I need you to hear
What you need to know, my dear.

When I spoke to you that Friday,
I never meant to start a fire
And burn you with my words,
And yet, it appears I did,
And I didn’t think of anything nice
To say so I could cure you with ice
For my pessimistic state-of-mind
For my arsonist words so unkind

Through the fire’s burning flames
And wondering of who’s to blame,
We both know it was all on me,
But I can’t help it if you’re sensitive.

The two of us took the stage;
The floorboards creaked
As we stomped in frustration.
My tears were now falling like rain;
Your voice was cracking with pain.
All I wanted was the end of my misery;
All I wanted was the end of this tragedy.

In unscripted debate,
We talked with hate;
I had never even thought about this fate,
But I knew deep inside it wasn’t too late.