And you return every time,
to bring your malice and love,
even when it’s not welcome any longer.

Why can’t you feel the rust,
that grows on the outside of my heart,
from all of your unnecessary tears and the rain;
you tried to drown me in the flood,
now I can swim in the hurricane.

You were never enough,
when we were together,
with your love or hate;
you’re no stronger now.

My soul was always like Greek Fire;
too complex for you to understand,
too strong for your flames of hatred,
and a secret lost to you forever.

My flames never die when I stoke them,
the embers from ours died too long ago.