I burned it all,
Your book, your letter.
In my haste,
The lighter burned my finger raw,
Reddened skin dulling my pain.
The pages burned,
Yet the binding was resilient.
I tried and tried,
But the flames wouldn\'t take,
Your poison wetting the flame.
Your roots have taken deep,
And I\'m sure they will never leave me.
I read my own words before
They charred,
Sadness and embarrassment
Now in my arms.
After the heat died,
I drowned your ashes.
The worst part is,
I want your memory to die,
But never you.