how did i not see it

 was a fool & i guess you knew

& that brings hot rosy cheeks

tight pointy throats

&  weak trembling digits

i sculpted you from the start

you never really had a choice

i was sure you chose me, though

my searing face & delicacies, too

i only lived in dead rose gardens i didn’t burn

& i thought that choice was mine

truth is you sent me there

so you could set the fire

i will always be angry

& this i can promise

because how could you

join the energies that shattered my soul

& yet still have it in you

to take from me

despite my weak & my trembling

turning the ashes of all i knew to dust