Back burner

Don't you apologize,
for my sick
and busted heart.
This second fiddle,
has known his tune
from the start.
I'll decide whether
it still works or not.
May I remind you,
that the back burner
is heavy with my dreams?
I thought I'd
leave them there,
just long enough
to fight the war,
that set you free
And now...
you say that the only thing
you'd like to be saved from...
is me?