The warmth I once felt with you
Has changed
It grew and grew and grew
Into a flame.
Your touch became pain
A searing burn on my insides
Blistering inside me.
And after I knocked you down
Down to the floor
You left me for good
Taking everything
Except the sting you gave me.
And now I still cringe
When I think of you
For that death still stays.
But
Now I know
To keep the flame in check
To not bathe in the warmth
To not consume it
And
To let my Hot Pocket sit for two minutes before eating.