I wish he was made of gasoline

Vengeance doesn't become us
it grinds us down  
to human meat paste  
leaves a gritty taste  
in our mouths  
amid the blood  
and bone and anger  
 
I read once  
that grief is just love  
wearing a heavy coat  
and no words have felt more true
than when grief turns to anger  
and I would burn us both  
to nothing  
just to feel lighter
like self-immolation  
is a viable solution  
to this pain
 
And we are entitled  
to this rage that burns through us
stronger than a forest fire  
in the height of summer  
because what else can we feel  
when our power is ripped  
from us  
and our love turns to grief  
and our grief turns to anger  
and we would do anything  
to take back what was stolen  
 
Vengeance doesn't become us
it grinds us down  
to human meat paste  
leaves a gritty taste  
in our mouths  
amid the blood  
and bone and anger  
 
We flick the lighter anyway