Crashing Out

My heart is now black from the fire you created,

you constantly threw the gasoline but getting called out,

it wasn't me,

all so innocently.

You have daggers behind your back expecting to throw them at the last second,

but I was ready and shielded up

ready with my own attack.

I have the matches behind my back

waiting for when you show your face again.

I will play nice and slowly stoke the fire

make it just hot enough for you to feel uncomfortable

and see you sweat.

This time things are different

you no longer have control

I hold the gasoline

and I am crashing out.