intertwined.

burning

it hurt like a paper cut because it stung at first then it dulled into a slight pain one that never really goes away

it was one of those things that killed me on the inside but the outside was ready to take the world

and if you asked either of them they'd tell you the same thing.

"I'm fine." but that was just a lie to disguise the fact that I'm burning

a burning that doesn't ever stop, no matter the fucking situation it just reignites itself in my lungs and spreads to my ribs

and I try and try to put the fire out but no amount of water can tame it

and part of you is to blame because you kept it going just when it was going to stop and give me a break

but I also am to blame because I don't know how to deal with my pathetic problems and feelings

so shame on me for burning and shame on you for igniting the flame

because I truly shouldn't be burning for someone who doesn't want to keep warm

but I just can't fucking help it and that's my problem

I don't know how to stop at all

I just keep going and going until exhaustion catches up with me.

and that is no way to burn but it's my way.

and I'm starting to realize my way isn't the best way

but I'm comfortable here so here is where I shall stay.

away from you and away from the world

so I can burn in disaster and truly be the one to blame.