The note on the table is for you
Make sure you read it before I'm gone
It's a list of every pain I voluntarily endured from you
Make sure you read it before dawn
Because by the time you've read the last word
The note will burst into flames
I hope you leave with regret and shame
You have nine lines left.
Tick tock goes the clock
The hands are beginning to melt
Like my thoughts when I found out your secrets
You'll never believe how I felt
The flowers in the vase in the window are smoking about
I wish you had some sympathy
Why would I even love you still
After what you did to me?
Go to hell.
You have six lines left.
I took away the smoke detector
Are your eyes burning now?
They can't burn as much as your heated refusal
To tell me the truth, wow
Read this note then let it be
There's nothing else you can say to me
You have three lines left.
There's a burn on your hand now
To the third degree
My love for you is gone, let it be.
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YOU ARE READING
"Burn"
PoetryThis is a poem that is written to my past self that is still dealing with the pain of her lost love. I pray you find peace and healing in this poem, and may this poem another stepping stone into healing the wounds you endured. I love you.
