Like a phoenix?

i watched every word i've written you go up in flames
and i stood over them, the words that you'll never hear.


i prayed that i'll never have to hurt over you again.


it's over, it always has been,
and we are now, the only thing we could have been.


at this moment, i can't say that i'm over you.


but i'll have high hopes.



every memory makes me cringe.


i feel like my chest is burning but i do know.


love is real, and i don't think i want anymore.


the paper is the embers and the embers are the ashes.


i'm asking for my phoenix.



i don't know what it is that makes me love you
so i couldn't write it down.


maybe that's the problem.


did i just invent something to love?
i'll sell it all just to let go of you