Cast on fire
left on a pyre
It’s your back that turns
but it’s me who burns.
Left in desire
cortisol runs higher.
I have finally learned
that you’d never return.
Doesn’t matter who hurts,
you always bounce back.
There’s always more hearts
for you to attack.
Never miss a beat,
moving swift on your feet.
Doesn’t matter who hurts
when you finally
turn away, away, away.
All the women you shatter,
blonde and beautiful on a platter
could never compete
with a soul that’s fleet
-ing to another body
so much younger and ready
to willingly submit
to your unruly heart.
It’s a lot, your ego
too big a fill a concert hall.
You’re so smart, so aloft
lost in your own cloud of dust.
Cast yet another on fire
on the charred ash from women prior.
Once more your back is turned
to another husk of a woman you have burned.
Leaving in desire
to get your dopamine higher.
When will they ever learn
you’re a man who never returns.
Your promises are sweet
but your lies taste better.
Sooner or later you come out hotter
than the blaze in your shadow,
burning away,
burning higher.
Doesn’t matter who burns,
bitches better learn
that no one does it better,
no one can get them wetter.
No, no one can set them on fire
than a troubling
fire starter.