He was the lighter
She was the cigarette
He was the flame
She was dissolving
Every drag
Every flame
Made her float away
He was the flame that got the best of her
He was the flame that given her a disease
He was the flame that always pleased her.
He was the flame that got addicted to her
Or, that's what she thought
She was so naïve, so pleased
His flames ate away at her skin
His flames burned her
His flames used her
When his flame got weaker and weaker
She got smaller and smaller
He stopped his flame,
She sat their confused.
His flames never came back to her.
She waited and waited for his return.
Months to years past and she still hasn't decomposed.
She waited for him
She loved him
She couldn't forget him,
Even though he
Forgot her.
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Shattered Reflections
PoetryThese poems hold the emotions trapped inside my screaming mind These ones are for the broken ones
