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.
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Author:
jngray (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2016 12:56
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments3
This is an excellent piece of work, I enjoyed reading it!
AWESOME write
Passionate!
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