Self Destruction

I build just to burn
watching my own flames consume
what I create.

The architect becomes arsonist,
designing perfect structures
just to feel them crumble
in my careful hands.

I plant gardens
then salt the earth,
write love letters
then burn them unread.

There's something sacred
in watching yourself
unravel what you've woven,
in being both creator
and destroyer.

The phoenix doesn't fear
its own fire
it builds the pyre
with its own feathers,
knowing rebirth
requires ruin first.

I am my own flame,
my own ash,
my own rising.

I am my own creator and destroyer.