My love for you
is burning me.
Once a spark of light,
it is now a raging fire;
One that not even rain can extinguish.
My skin melts with searing pain
as your memories suffocate me
like smoke—
Smoke that is the colour of
my agony,
And my screams are the sound of
my grief.
My loneliness spills from my eyes
like tears,
Evaporating from the heat.
If you listen closely
to my ugly sobs,
You might just hear
your name.
So I burn,
and I burn,
and I burn—
Until nothing is left of me
but ashes.
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Alone | Poetry
PoetrySometimes, you're the loneliest when you're in a room full people. Sometimes, you hurt the most when you can't feel. Loneliness kills.
