And If There Was An Answer . . .

destroy what you love most, just for spite

And my life's shattered shards
Don't feel
Half as good
As the broken teeth
Embedded in my fist

I almost bared my claws
And as unworthy as he was
He was
And that was close enough for me

They (some) feel
That I am too nice
And as such, unworthy
Of the pain I felt from you

But inside my burning light
Is the night
That eclipses
For the brighter a light
The darker of a shadow that falls

And I am one
Whom without rhyme to reason
Takes that
Which is of the most precious value
And ignites it soaked in accelerants

And to that
Upon turning my back forever
I piss
To extinguish the flames

After one last glance
And a perfectly aimed
Spit in the eye
Underestimate my love
And expect to be reciprocated
With hate

And we will burn
Any and all
And we will blow
Away and always
And if there was an answer . . .
I shall question that also

But do not ever

Question me