I want to light your frame upon
my windowsill and hope to god
you feel it.
I want you to beg me to put out
the fire in you, just so I can
tell you no.
I want you to weep when it
consumes you, and ask me to
make it better.
I want to starve you, withhold it
all, to make you understand
how I feel.
I want to let you know how
unforgettable you are, and
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