I've burnt a lot of things in my short lifetime.
Poems meant for you but never read to the unseen eye.
An assortment of books with your name hastily scrawled in them like I'm running out of time
Scrabble tiles in the form of the word tragic.
Tragic how the only thing you ever taught me was how to button my pants with *******. Both of which you'd.kiss before kissing my forehead goodbye.
I just don't want to burn my bridge to you. The woods are our safe haven that a forest fire could destroy.
I once burnt a heart into my skin, as the only thing you can't take away
Because when you leave. You'll take my happiness and my sanity and my name for when I'm with you I know that I'm yours
Without you I don't know who I am or what to do and I'm scared.
Scared of losing and having to face being alone.
I'm sorry I can't come to grip with myself but you've gripped me so tight with your eyes that I've gotten lost
I'm sorry that I need you and you've gone on to bigger and better things
I'm sorry that I'm nothing more than a grain of sand in your hourglass, just a miniscule second wasted away.
I'm sorry that I never have and will be good enough.
I'm not sorry for loving you
Loving you is the only thing I know how to do and I just hope it'll last.