For the fire to rise one needs fuel
For the fire to burn one needs a tool
For the fire to know one needs one’s head
for the fire will burn until you are dead
For the fire to feel it has to start in the chest
so their fire is fake they hold to close to the vest
For the fire to be real the first burned is the last
for their fuel is them, they blow in the blast
Then their fire burns a signal broadcast
for the phoenix has come, fucking at last!
Today is a D day,
the worst of all the kinds of days.
D days are death days,
when loved ones show us they won’t stay.
A true d day is a surprise D
the kind you didn’t see coming,
because this loved one ducked us and left us
and they affectively fucked us.
Because they weren’t supposed to die.
D days, true d days, separate the bigs from the smalls.
Because you either take it & accept it,
or their death beats us all.
D days aren’t a joke day
they are a horrifying ghost day
a blast from the past you wish blew up like a smoke day.
D days are personal and mostly likely not talked about
but if a human around you experiences a d day
be ok when they bow out.
Heart pain can kill us like this D day tries to show us
So strengthen the heart that has blown apart
And remember the d days with love,
so their heart may restart.