it isn’t my fault
but now the world is crashing
            and burning!
and i wish i had a hand in it
i miss the match nipping at my fingers
the spark catching my skin

the forest fire from a camping trip
or a leaf blowing out of a blaze

the atmosphere is orange, my love
can’t you feel the heat lick your skin
and if this cigarette fire you started had only been mine
at least i could have felt something
other than impatience

eyes of glass
like crystal balls i am
staring
hoping
pleading
show me my future, would you
in this chocolate brown pool i’d like to drown in

and a heart of glass
i thought i heard it shatter on the floor
somewhere between my front door and the living room
you can’t look at me but i see you there,
picking up the pieces