Warmth is what brought me to you. You seemed to be warm and inviting.
You were not.
You happened to be fire and you burned me in ways I couldn't have imagined.
I had been set alight by you.
Burned in ways I couldn't see until another showed me just how bad.
How shameful I felt not knowing.
How embarrassing it was to find out.
To find you had hurt me.
To find I had hidden it from myself.
You burned me and I hope you burn in hell.
For all of those going through the same thing I cry out in pain with you.
It was always someone else.
This time it's me.
No one thinks it will happen to them.
It did.
You did.
YOU ARE READING
Rainbows in the dark
ПоэзияA collection of my poetry, mostly my personal thoughts and feelings wrapped in the bones of something decaying.
