Burn me; Burn me.
Burn me like hot leather
Burns skin when it has
Lingered too long.
Burn like spits of firey water burns
Individual spots of skin that
Have leapt out
From a pan that has long
Passed its boiling point.
Overthrow the idea that
I am fragile.
That I need protection
From your spiteful,
Burning tongue
That demands to be
Heard and unforgotten
As it wraps its
Scorching claws around
My neck refusing
Manumission. The
Words you whisper are
Juxtaposed to your very being:
"What are you frightened of?"
You are desperate for the answer to be
You.
You are not my answer.
Its me. I am my biggest fear.
I am my biggest fear as I know
I will let you
Abuse and relent me
With no consequences
And above all
I will let you.
I will let you
Burn me.
And once you say it's
time to stand my
skin will be
stuck to that
hot leather
and I will have to
peel myself
away from it.
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Author:
lucyem (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2016 11:41
- Category: Love
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Comments1
WELCOME LUCY - A well penned first poem - fast flowing and engulfed by "burning red hot love". Do we always have to hurt the one we love ? The one we shouldn't hurt at all ? Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
Hi Brian!! Thank you so much for your comment, it means a lot!! And it's interesting thought isn't it? I'm not so cynical or pessimistic to believe that all love is negative, but I definitely believe some loves are!
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