By definition.

At seventeen I was sure that I knew what love was.
I thought it was irreplaceable
Incomparable even.
However, right now, at 130 am on January 8 of this new year, I can no longer say that that is so.
Why?
Because for this new love, for our love, I'd take back every milligram of love I've ever given and set flame to it all, as I watch the smoke that was my past disappear into the nights sky.
No survivors.
That, is incomparable.