Sometimes, when I’m with you,
it feels like it’s just you.
…and me, alone, for miles,
and to you I’m no use
as I am nothing but
some pretty colored piece
of paper with awkward
metal parts sticking out
and it isn’t until
you take your lighter out
of your pocket and set
me aflame, watching as
I start to implode, as
I rise out of your arms
and into the sky, burns
eating at my body,
silently screaming at
the thought of losing you
that I realize that this
is what my only use
has been the entire time.
I float further away,
trying not to look down,
knowing that soon I’ll be
falling back to the ground,
nothing but ash, nothing
but trash, one with the trees
and three with the debris.
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