The Artist, The Arsonist

For one week you were mine
And I did not have to apologize to anyone for it
Nor justify a single action or thought

No reason to feel the least bit of guilt
The words of everyone else faded into the background
What anyone thought meant nothing

More beautiful than I have ever had
And perhaps better than I deserved
I told you as much as you said I was wrong

I saw the beauty in you
And you saw the artist in me
Each hour a new layer to be peeled back revealed itself

We consumed each other day and night
Sleep was a fleeting dream
Each day blurred into the next and the time was irrelevant

No one would’ve believed it was true
And they didn’t have to
I was a voracious fire in your mind

We were drawn magnetically
Moments electric
Sparks of our light were bright enough

You have probably forgotten
And I know you have moved on
But I will not, and cannot forget

I was the last to take a peek through that forbidden door
Before it closed, forever
What I saw no one else has ever seen

It remains our secret
I have not breathed a word
But what did you learn from me?

You have forgotten
And he will never know…
Never know a damn thing