As I lay crying,
The tears burn like acid.
Worse than holding my arm over
A candle flame
As I have done many times before.

It hurts to know that you've cried for me;
Because of me.
It feels good,
Hurting to pay you back
For things I've done.

That was last night.
Now my mind burns,
Wondering
If it will ever be the same.
If we are okay.

My mind burns more
Than my tears.

It hurts to burn
Like the witch...
No.

Like the ***** I am.