A little, tiny piece of me
However slight and stifled
Wanted to watch us burn
Crumble, burst, and tumble
Until the ground soaked us up
And our ashes fed the weeds
I would burn too, I knew this
I would implode entirely
Along with every forehead kiss
And all those sun-touched memories
But the grand fire might burn the lies
The pain, and wasted tears
The heartache tainting the memories
And the darkness, shame, and fear
I could never strike the match
Not I, a sentimental coward
Though my hands kept a tight latch
On my imaginary power
But a tiny little piece of me
Thought it might not be the worst
Should our crumbling empire be set ablaze
Leaving slivers of hearts and dust
And in a deep corner of my mind, there remained
That little, tiny piece of me