The fire behind the you

Is attached to the funny memories we shared

Trying to burn the memories of us

The times you called on me

But I wasn’t there

Your shirt

A mess

Just like your life

The look on your face shows how you try to hide

Hide the pain that’s inside

I wish I was there to fix your hair

And your pride

To fix all the pain that I’ve caused

The love that you’ve lost

As I stare into your eyes

Your glare--

Is a stare.

A stare you use to keep your eyes from watering

Yet, I still see the liquid

And as it fall I see us playing in it

If I had hands I would wipe them

Create more, but ones that aren’t toxic

But I can’t,

So I’m going to look at you from behind the gates.