Do not call me perfect,
a lie is never a compliment.
Call me an erratic
Then tell me that you
love me for it.
I need a bucket of water,
To cool the smoking wood inside my head.
Tell myself I’m feeling better,
But the brain’s been acting up again.
A kick of dirt to smother the embers,
Tame the heat and snuff the flame.
Feel as though I am pretending,
The smoke and ash don’t bother me.
I wish there weren’t seasons for fire,
I’ll do what I can to control my concern.
See the brush is dry and the risk is higher,
But if you don’t know the scald you will never learn the burn.
if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you