homeless man’s fire

it’s when i hear the flesh of my heart being torn like paper
i am triggered
i intuitively feel what i remember 
it’s you
ripping my heart to shreds
burning my flesh in your fire 
trying to stay warm in your cold world
you use my light to fulfill your deeds in your darkness
but i’m torn
feeling every ounce of love living on in the flames dancing on my flesh
and in your eyes i see your desire to keep these flames lit
i don’t know how much more of me is left
i don’t know how much more i can give