Spontaneous Combustion

I'm a romantic
and I said I could die for you
but that sentence was too heavy
because the caps were locked
and you are young
and sometimes I forget that I am too
and I also forget that I am drunk
listening to the sounds of wayy past midnight
those morning birds chirping for mates
as I am chirping for warm skin to hold
beneath these empty blankets
with my cigarette burning, the soft cherry glow
in the darkly room grows bright when I
exhale the addictive chemicals
and I puff at it because you're out there
and not in this room with me and this deadly
cigarette, and this red plastic cup of Jack and coke
as you try your best to sweetly say no because you thought
that my grip was a tight choke across your neck
when really, I'm the one drowning in all this smoke

Now I know that these red hot minutes I gave freely
can burn, setting these blankets on fire as I spontaneously
combust and burn away with your decisions

I will burn for you
and apologize for the ashes
because that's just the sort of thing that
I do