The Phoenix

She burned letters from boyfriends past.
Haunted by the spirits of their bullshit as the flame ignited, she looked upon the final spark their union would experience.
Damn shame all the effort that went to waste.
So many ways things went wrong over so many days.

She wondered if they meant a single word that now fluttered away.
Like fireflies,
they now belonged to the night sky.
She held on to each syllable for way too long.
Grasping at the memories from all the times she called on Tyrone.
But she grew to be a bag lady, always on the go.
Jumping from man to boy to man in this fucked up cycle.
But the final letter she released would not catch flame.
A single tear splashed on page as she read the kings name.

From Kyle with hope…

You,
The only woman I allowed to color outside the lines of my heart
You use crayons but I prefer colored pencil.
You even outline first then shade lightly.
This excites me,
as you still find ways to overflow my space.
The “proper” way to color,
but you still make a mess.
As your love knows no bounds and can not be contained.
Effort is never and issue.
You…