Poems of the Few

A Burning Flame

After you left,

All I could see

Is how

You've hurt me

Both emotionally

And physically.

Your hurtful words pierced my ears,

Your hands leaving bruises on my neck,

Fire burning the skin you touched,

Shards of glass digging into my feet,

You've inflicted so much pain upon me.

Yet at the same time,

You held me close,

Wiped away my tears,

Held these broken pieces,

And kissed away my sorrow.

You loved me for who I am,

And I don't know

What to do.

How am I supposed

To remember you?

In the worst ways,

Or the best ways?

Once you left me here

Alone and confused.

I wasn't sure what I should do.

When would you be back?

Why did you disappear?

How could you do this to me?

So many questions

Left unanswered.

Did I ever really love you?

Or was that an illusion

You made from my pain.

Did I actually just want someone

To hold me when I was

Falling to pieces?

Even after everything you've done

I can't seem to hate you.

I want to blame you.

For everything you left behind,

But I can't,

I can't hate you for any of this.

So,

Just like always,

I'll smile

And I'll forgive you.

For everything you've done

To hurt me.