The letter of the burning heart..

I sat watching the flames eat in to the last of the memories
licking the feelings out of the pictures and places and setting them free
in a black cloud of smoke
The choking smell in the air had settled in my lungs
I only saw you as I sat there watching the flames
So easy to take  life..
Life a strange word,
powerful to the eye but when you delve deeper into the word you see so much more
how delicate the balance is
to see it fall apart when a tiny little flame is is pushed alongside
I though hard about how to do this..
how it should happen.
I wanted you dead, wanted you to pay make you suffer like you made me
and then I remembered...
The look on your face when you though I would die
I wanted to see that look again
how I wanted you to look and cry knowing it was your fault
I though fire would be best..
I heard you choke on ash before the heat kills you
and I liked the way it hurt
because all the pain meant for one second I would have you back
You would be mine again
a life would be lost.. but out of the ashes something new would be made
And I laughed... my last moments in the flames I was laughing on black smoke
feeling it twist inside me and grip my heart.
Death was easy..

I stood and walked out
past the firemen on the stairs
and the screaming people outside
and stopped in front of you..
tear filed eyes as you gripped the letter I had wrote to you
'too late' I whispered in your ear, kissed your cheek and then
I was gone..

LittlePandaa
     xXx