A Toy

My heart is on fire.

It's burning so much it's hard for me to breathe.

Like you lit a match to my heart

And set it on fire.

You truly seem to enjoy watching me writhe in pain.

My heart rests in your hand

And you slowly crush it.

I don't want to love you

I shouldn't love you.

I just can't break myself away from you.

I don't think you realize how much I'm burning.

How much I love you

But am just another toy in your grasp.

This poem is about: 
Me

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