Up In Flames.

I hate everything about this day,
The tears you will not let me cry.
I despise the heat and lump in my throat.
Still, I'd never whine....

My head slams into the drywall,
My knees sink onto hardwood.
My arms wrap themselves around me,
Like I'd fix me if I could.

No sound escapes my lips.
I bite them almost through,
Then I gather up your gifts.
I know you never meant them true.

It all goes in a cardboard box,
Descending down into the dirt.
Up in flames, marijuana kisses,
I show everyone your worth.

In all these ashes lies the illusion,
Of what you've done to me.
I scrape them out, scattered memories.
Toss them to the wind I breathe.