I did it again,
but this time I went back on myself
I gathered it all up
it made a surprisingly small
pile of memories
I poured the gasoline
I lit the match
and let it burn all the way down
staining the blood on my fingers
with ash and fire
So I went and dug up
every skeleton I've buried
and choose to preserve them
After all,
they are more than mine
and so
they aren't mine to ruin.