.....Hot....hot...h..o..t.

Hazed silence/

 

Hazed silence of the drip of water/

 

Hot steam trails that hit the frigid pavement/

 

Heavy pants of closure  

cascading the cradled vivid marks/

 

I did it again

I did it again 

I did it again 

I knew this would happen

I did it again

Whispers that rewind/

 

Engulfed so quickly 

by the strike of the match/

 

Too afraid to let it go/

Endured the heat/

 

Longing of the warmth sense/

Craving human touch/

 

Hazed screams and yells/

 

Hazed silence/

 

Black skin/ white tares/ 

Red lines/ Permanent change/

 

Burnt/ fingers/

Burnt fingers

Burnt fingers won't recover/

 

Won't recover/ Anytime soon/

 

Ignition switch to the fire/ 

Flung into it/

Run into it/

Didn't wanna be saved/

 

Burnt fingers can't feel trust/

Burnt fingers can't feel love

They can't feel the touch of sheets that I wrapped you and me in/

 

Held on to the flames/

Until my tips had charred/

Was it worth the pain?/

 

Was it all in vain?/

 

Was it worth the scars?/

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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