Burn, burn.

glazed eyes 

stare right at me,

[ i love you, i hate you, i love you ]

i can hear his heart throwing itself against milk-white cages

letmeoutletmeoutletme o u t

he doesn't move this time.

As I turn away, I hear his china walls crumble to dust,

"Look at me! Don't you dare look away!"

i see fire.