You Set My Soul on Fire

Sometimes you can’t relate,
Not only can you retaliate,
You just don’t understand,
Times a-ticking,
And the earth is quicksand.

I’m falling down under,
The world all a blunder,
The cacophony of thunder deafens me,
And I wonder why I’m bawling now.

Seldom do I smile,
Often tears I’d show you,
If only you’d stay a while,
I’d bid you adieu.

These tears are for real,
The feelings that I feel,
Are all concealed behind these eyes,
The boy that always cries,
Wishes he could die.

Your words are cruel and vile,
No wonder they were in denial,
You set my soul on fire,
It’d be meager to call you a liar.

All I know is that you’re selfish,
You don’t ever speak,
And when you do,
You relish all the feelings that make me feel weak.

You’ve moved on,
Hurt me,
And now you’re gone,
To be what you want to be,
Left me,
For somebody,
Who is “worthy of your future”,
While I accept torture,
For my self-inflicted misfortune.

I guess that’s what I get,
That’s why they call it life,
Insensitive people,
To help fuel the inner strife.

That’s what I get from trying,
An aspiring, lying superman,
Trying to coach me,
Implying that he’s always going to be better than me,
I guess I know now it’s not meant to be.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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