Poems

You killed me...

There was beautiful music that flowed through my hair and it killed me inside not to touch.

The song continued to draw me in, like a moth to light, even though I knew it was far too hot to touch and, like a match, it would burn.

Only wanting a small touch, I slowly reached forward with my hand into the heavenly gift.

Instantly, I pulled back as searing pain shot throughout my body and scorch marks sat on my fingertips.

I realize that this pain is one I have felt from you, someone I used to know.

You stole my heart and treated it like a toy.

After your fun, you broke my heart and went for someone better than me.

These burns are all that's left of you and as this pain continues to spread, my love for you comes back like a raging fire.

You are the striking match that burns me inside and the sirens song that brings me in to remember you each and every time.

I now know that there is no getting over our memories or ever getting over you...