Smite

To catch fire,
Like you made me do,
To extinguish how high I held you,
Shelter and a home I gave,
And pushed away in return is how you reacted,
Passively becoming distant and cold,
Your heart did not speak true to who you were,
But who you became,
Is nothing more than fire to me,
Eventually you will burn out and there will be another,
Smite

Reaching

Every night is lustful,
Bringing in the bounty which we fester for,
Their hands lurch out,
Only to see what they had salivated over now gone,
Just a brisk meeting with temptation