If desires are a flame,

then I am a wildfire—

Everything I want

comes with a cost.

Skin scorched,

debts unpaid.

I spend pieces of myself,

tossing them into the blaze—

my heart to ash,

my hopes

smoke in the breeze.

I pay a steep price

for sparks of happiness

always

just

out of reach.

It never gets easier.

Only hotter.

Heavier.

Hands charred,

scraping for the last piece

of who I used to be.

There is always something to lose—

unless you’ve already

given up your soul.

Down to the last ember,

I wonder:

If there’s nothing left…

what was I made for?

How long

until I offer up my soul—

just to feel something

before I vanish?

I can’t repay this debt.

So I burn

alongside my dreams.

Now—

I have

nothing

left

to lose.