I hope the letters I wrote you
spontaneously combust.
I hope they engulf your house with flames
like the way, you set a fire in me.
And when you're sad that you've
lost everything and all you have left
are the ashes and soot,
I hope you know you've lost me too.
And all you'll have left are the memories
of me that you'll never forget.
I want you to feel the heat of the fire
as it brushes up against your skin as you try
to escape, because of the warmth of the fire
against your cheeks are the same warmth
you felt when I kissed your cheeks on a Summer's day.