| I saved every letter you wrote me
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| From the moment I read them
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| I knew you were mine, said you were mine
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| I thought you were mine
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| Do you know what Angelica said
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| When we saw your first letter arrive?
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| She said, «Be careful with that one, love
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| He will do what it takes to survive.»
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| You and your words flooded my senses
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| Your sentences left me defenseless
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| You built me palaces out of paragraphs
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| You built cathedrals
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| I’m re-reading the letters you wrote me
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| Searching and scanning for answers
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| In every line, for some kind of sign
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| And when you were mine
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| The world seemed to
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| Burn
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| Burn
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| You published the letters she wrote you
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| You told the whole world how you brought
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| This girl into our bed
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| In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives
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| Do you know what Angelica said
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| When she read what you’d done?
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| She said, «You have married an Icarus
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| He has flown too close to the sun.»
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| You and your words, obsessed with your legacy
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| Your sentences border on senseless
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| And you are paranoid in every paragraph
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| How they perceive you
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| You, you, you…
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| I’m erasing myself from this narrative
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| Let future historians wonder how Eliza
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| Reacted when you broke her heart
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| You have torn it all apart
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| I am watching it
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| Burn
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| Watching it burn
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| The world has no right to my heart
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| The world has no place in our bed
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| They don’t get to know what I said
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| I’m burning the memories
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| Burning the letters that might have redeemed you
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| You forfeit all rights to my heart
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| You forfeit the place in our bed
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| You sleep in your office instead
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| With only the memories
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| Of when you were mine
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| I hope that you burn |