Burning Myself

If it hurts, at least I know what I feel is real

So goddamn masochistic

Let it hurt, I think

Just let it hurt

I'd prefer the pain she inflicts over letting go

I can't imagine a future she’s not a part of

It's like holding your hand to a flame

When you get burned ​­

You blame the fire

Though the fault is your own


This poem is about: 



Beautiful... sometimes it feels just like this.

Somehow you just put into words the last year of my life.  Thank you for this.

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