I held the fire in because he made everything seem normal.
The fire raged.
It roared.
It did anything it could to soar.
I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but,
Turns out, there's more.
Your uncovered secrets made the gasoline pour.
And my broken heart was the match that set everything on fire.
The fire burns.
It stings.
It constantly rings.
Reminding me of the pain that still sings.
You uselessly used me.
You stringed me along.
And now I think my gasoline heart is all gone.
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Life Scars (1)
PoetryCollection and series of poems about the journey of life scars and how you're not alone on this journey.
