Pride Arsonist

I could fix this in a sentence, three words, maybe four
But I would rather kick this chair, flip the table
and storm out the door, You stand there shaking
holding proof that I was wrong from the start
I see the facts, feel the sting, light a match
And tear the whole thing apart.

I have ended jobs over a tone I didn’t like on a throwaway call
Watched rent and friendships vanish just to prove I don’t bow at all
I would rather torch a decade than admit I misread a line
Better to leave a smoking crater behind me Than say “yeah
you were right this time.”
I do not argue to find truth, I argue to win
If the house goes up in flames, Fuck it, I grin.

I am a pride arsonist
burning it all instead of backing down
Lighting fuses under everything I love
watching it burn to the ground, Ask me to apologize
I’ll pour gas on the floor and say “make me
” Better to stand alone in the soot Than bend a knee.

I watched you pack your bags, crying
begging for one “I’m sorry, I’ll repair
” And I stood there stone-faced, arms folded
picking at a loose thread like I didn’t care, Later
when the door slammed, I felt the hit
a hollow thud in the chest
Still told my friends you were dramatic

Swore I did my best.
Some nights I scroll through the numbers I lost defending a point I don’t remember now
Could pick up the phone, send one message
say “I messed up, ” But I don’t know how
Admitting fault feels worse than the silence
Worse than the empty bed
So I keep playing god of nothing

With this fire in my head.
I am a pride arsonist
burning it all instead of backing down
Lighting fuses under everything I love
watching it burn to the ground, Ask me to apologize
I’ll pour gas on the floor and say “make me
” Better to stand alone in the soot Than bend a knee.

When they sift through the rubble and say it could’ve been saved with one honest breath
Write it plain on the report: He chose pride To the death.