Cream Scene Carnival

If You’ll Only Let Me

i want to write you a housefire

i want to destroy your childhood

i want to burn the photographs

that show you gaptoothed and smiling

you know how they’re all sepia and purpled now

like they’ve bruised in the sun

i’m listening to the way you play your acoustic guitar

and i hate the way you twist your fingers to find the chords

i hum along to the music and i wish i could be your arsonist

i could be the prettiest disaster in the world

if you’d only let me

let me strike the match, baby

i’m begging on my knees, scraped up on the concrete

willing destructor 

if

you’ll

only

let

me.