Saturday, March 19, 2011

A Phoenix For Your Gasoline

I wrote this poem in the depths of a devastating heartbreak this past autumn. I have described the process of heartbreak as trying to walk down a mountain. You are constantly circling it as you descend, and one side of the mountain is your pain. At first, you see the pain constantly, as you circle the narrow peak over and over. As the descent widens, you see it less often, as your travels around it become wider and wider. Eventually you are fooled into thinking you've reached the bottom, but then you realize, you've only been making the widest circles yet. Each time I revisit this spot, I must remind myself... I'm almost there.


October 25, 2010
A Phoenix For Your Gasoline



Do you know why we burn?
Why we go up in flame?
Do you know why
We go through this destruction and pain?

Gasoline

You set me on fire
A love so deep
So hot
When you came all over me

Gasoline

You had what you wanted
You had it all with me
I burned with desire

Gasoline…

And you walked away
And you left me in flames
Tossed a match as you tossed me aside
You smiled and warmed your hands for a moment
Over the fire you’d set
Hoping I’d die

But you don’t know why we burn
You don’t know what you started
When you covered me in gasoline
And left me burning
And yearning
For your love’s fire

Your gasoline
It all burns off
Flames sear me,
A cloud of smoke
And I know why we burn

Gasoline
You didn’t kill me
For I am a Phoenix
And I will rise

Gasoline
You don’t know why we burn
But one day you’ll learn
When you feel this destruction and pain

Seek me out
For I am a Phoenix
And I’ll show you the ashes
The smoldering lesson
The reason why we burn

You walked away
You left me in flames
Tossed a match as you tossed me aside

But know this

Gasoline

When you came all over me
I burned with desire
But from those ashes
I rise
For I am a Phoenix
And I will never die.








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