Funny how you do it so easily.
Funny how with a mere glance,
You could bring back the wildfire
That ransacked my sanity a long time ago
Whose flames white hot,
Danced across each of my waking moment
Scalding and laying me bare
Setting fire to what's left of my poise,
And casting its ashes in the air
That told the tale of an unforseen frenzy.
Funny how with a hint of warmth,
You could revive a whole graveyard of feelings,
Glacial cold and long abandoned,
Wherein lies the emotions that I slayed
Whose remnants I purged
with tears sweet and hot.
Funny how with a ghost of a smile,
You could brew cauldrons of concoctions
in the pit of my stomach,
Whose scent pulled at my very heartstrings
That laid limp and languid a hot spur ago,
While my senses savored in its luscious glory,
And funny how my nerves relished in its dizzying aftertaste.
Funny how you would leave so easily,
While I bury the awaken,
Their eulogies manifesting in long sighs
And furious tears held aback with grit.
Funny how my own heart betrays
And longs for one last stirring beat,
Before a lifetime of lifeless ones,
Leaving me to labour in pain,
While rationality drowned
The last of flames to ground.