The Arsonist Poem by Daniel Pace

Sometimes I feel like an arsonist
Burning every bridge within my midst
Various fuels, every bridge had a different one
But regardless of which it burned like a sun
Leaving people on the other side
Watch the space between us widen with teary eyes
Turn away so they don't see you cry
Sometimes without so much as a goodbye
Burning bridges, destruction in my wake
Emotional fires, impossible to fake
It should be relieving
But the process is all too deceiving
Carrying more weight even though they're leaving
It hurts to breath the smoke I'm breathing
People around me get farther away
With no access to me to cause me pain
Some people are afraid to get burned
But me? I find comfort, engulfed in flame