I know you're cold, too

Sometimes, there's no one to burn for. You wish so hard that you could break yourself down for someone else's sake. I do, too. It feels like ice pushing it's way out of my mouth. I can't seem to light myself, the tinder isn't catching, I keep dousing it in "fuck you"s and "I'm sorry"s.

I'd burn for you, but I know it won't help anymore. Just eat me up again and again. I'll burn for everything else though. It might take a few tries, but I'll get it.

I'll get it.