Psycho-delic

I burnt my fingers on you, baby.
Make no mistake.
You made the whole world
a kaleidoscope. And I was just
one of the colors, a piece of glass that
spun in patterns
to suit you, love, and no other.
My thoughts became nothing, or maybe
everything,
but it came to nothing, or so it seems.
Remember me, I suppose is
my wish.
Remember that you wanted me.
Such a lovely burn,
a scar to last longer than
a piece of glass.
Melt me down in the fire, baby,
that's what's left of me.
For you, love,
and no other.