You won't look in my eyes
You've slashed all the ties
It's beautiful torture
This fire is a scorcher
It feels like I'm trapped
In a bottle with a cap
As the flames grow higher
And I begin to tire
I'm tired of the pain
And it seems so plain
That I should be done
Because this game isn't fun
I'm tired of playing
And I'm tired of waiting
For my heart to be replenished
And the memories to be vanquished
My heart feels so empty
You took everything from me
There's nothing left in my soul
And I know as I grow old
The pain may fade
And all those memories we made
May begin to grow dark
But there will always be a part
That you will have forever
Because you are clever
You keep it hidden so none can see
And I wonder if part of you misses me
I wonder if you're up late at night
And memories now fill you with spite
I wonder if you miss me
When it's dark and lonely
But something you should know
You are now my foe
I do not wait for your return
Instead I sit and watch you burn
It's all the same, you see
The flames that consume you also consume me-H
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the translation of a beautiful train wreck
Poetrya collection of words from a brain too entrapped in its own thoughts