Tangles of the Mind

stained

he never wanted me.

he doesn't know i wanted him.

maybe he did.

maybe he didn't care.

he just didn't care.

but although he doesn't want me, i'm still there; always there, despite this all.

i hadn't felt this way for someone in a long time, time becoming a blur, but this a new stain on the clock.

this, i won't forget.

no matter how long i sat under that iced water, pouring over my revolting, naked body; hopes of washing him away from my being, i barely felt the water dripping down my skin, how could i feel anything?

i allowed someone to get too close, i flew too close to the flame and got burned.

feel nothing my dear, cool your burns, and learn. 

learn to never fly again.