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Aug 2015
don’t say it if you don’t mean it
because i won’t forget
i won’t forget like the
sidewalk forgets about the chalk
after it rains
i’ll remember
because as stoic
as cold as i
may seem
even though it’s easy for you
i can’t let it all go
i can’t forget watching the sunset
fade knowing exactly what time it
is by the shadows cast on your walls
or the day that you caught a glimpse
of the fire in my eyes,
starting a darting tango
a dynamic duo
two fires burning twice as bright
forest fire girl
burning down everything
built around her but
sure putting on one hell of a show
keep coming back on the odd day
that you miss me
it gets harder to find me each time
slow dancing in a burning room
maybe we weren’t meant to be
as this only burns things faster
the day you leave the rivers flood
but i cover the drunken riverbeds
in ashes just the way you left me
and it is quiet
you’ll come back, you always do
every breath is black
living in frozen, wasted fragments
our love is red
& you’re back
i am raw cracked and new
each time you touch me the
ferris wheel of my heart spins
and all of the seats don’t feel
so **** empty any more
you’ll leave and come back
and still
each touch is a violin string
plucked, a new instrument
in our orchestra
a new weapon in our war
burning bridges from who
i am to who you want me
to be
our love is red
but it would be a sin
to break tradition
you used to say I was your
favorite color
just shy of auburn
but as i burn,
i realize i am just shy of a
lot of things, somehow
dodging the love I lust
for the most
& you realized that just
like shy of auburn, the
color red wasn’t for you
no one wants the lonely girl
forest fire girl
the mess just small enough
to ignore
to sweep under the rug of ashes
& messes before
because like i said, i don’t forget
i’m an old habit & didn’t you
always say that old habits
die hard?

maybe it’s time to taste the sea
Written by
bee
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