the warm air floats over me the bright light illuminationg my face I watch as the flames engulf every last piece of him I had only ashes left and scraps of clothes the flames lick the edges of the gifts I once held dear and I wish that I could throw in all of those memories too The happiness in those moments aren't worth the pain they cause me now if i could just seer them out of my brain even physical pain would be preffered over what I am feeling now If I could just burn those memories like the pieces I had left of him then maybe I could be happy maybe I could go a day without bitterness creeping into my heart without the pain of knowing he never loved me the way he loves her but I loved him more than he could ever love her