I broke up with my boyfriend, watched N2N about three times (instead of studying…whatever…) and now, this. All I can say about it. Just a one-shot poem, don't worry. :) Thanks and enjoy.

Fire.

Fire – I felt it.

I felt it there.

Here…

I am here.

He's not here!

HE'S NOT HERE!

All I want is to scream it.

And…

For someone –

Anyone

To hear it.

Fire.

It was fire.

It is fire.

It burns

It burns…

It BURNS!

God, why does no one see –

What they're doing to me?

I get down on my knees and pray, God –

Please, send me some hope.

Please just hear this prayer.

And if a fire-extinguisher is out of the question…

Is some water a fair trade-off?

Water.

Calm.

Peace…

Peace.

I've never felt peace.

There's always something.

Always there.

Never here, always there.

He's always there…

She's not there.

Sometimes

I don't sleep.

I lie awake

At night.

I lie awake

And feel the fire

Burning.

Burning, buring, buring…

Burning me.

Burning in me –

Burning me to shreds.

But…

Isn't he dead?

Didn't he die?

Didn't he?

Didn't he?

Then…why…

Why can't

He just

Be dead?

But, oh,

No

He's alive, he's alive

He is so

Alive!

Aren't I alive?

Aren't I alive, too?

Doesn't anyone care?

Doesn't anyone see?

God, why can't they see?

Please, God,

Make them see!

Can't they see that I'm burning?

That he

Is burning me?

Because that's what he's doing!

He's watching me burn,

Rejoicing in the flames,

Laughing at the ember,

Dancing on the ashes!

He is alive

With gleefulness!

His so gleeful –

Gleeful at my burning.

Smiling as I lie here

Dying.

I hate him.

I hate him!

I can barley say his name…

Gabe.

He…makes…me…

Powerless.

And,

Because of him…

I am powerless.

They don't see me.

They don't hear me.

I'm not there.

I never have been.

There's no point –

There's point,

I fear.

No –

I know

There was never

Any point.

I was never

Alive.

No.

It…it's not possible.

But…but…

It is, somehow!

He…he sees me!

Really, he does!

This boy, this boy at school…

Henry, I think his name was.

Henry.

Henry,

He can play.

Jazz.

Jazz.

He plays

With life.

When he plays,

He creates.

He

Creates

Me.

He sees

That I

Am alive.

I'm there.

With him,

I'm there.

But…

Is that really enough?

Could one person make that much of a difference?

Between burning

And living?

…I think he knows.

I think he sees me,

Burning.

I think he knows

That I lie awake at night.

I think he knows

That I don't think I'm good enough

I think he knows

That I'm invisible.

And

I think

He cares.

He really

Really

Cares.

Perfect for you –

I will be perfect for you.

So you could go crazy,

Or I could go crazy,

It's true.

Sometimes life is insane –

But crazy,

I know I can do.

'Cause crazy is perfect,

And fucked up is perfect,

So I will be perfect –

Perfect.

Perfect for you!

He is water.

Calm

Smooth

New

Creative

Beautiful

Peaceful.

Yes, Henry.

I will be

Perfect

For

You.