Firesong

Burning hands, alight
Within the concentric circles
of my self-created hells

Burning hands, shine
Igniting the despair and the anger
of my self-created sadness

You whisper, nearly silent
Now I am empty, finally; I exhale
and I breathe in your joy

Spiraling into addiction,
I have become dependent
on your self-created happiness

I am alight
A torch, burning
destroying my previous notions
Of the way I said I should feel.

I want to ignite you,
like a wildfire.