What was once a blazing conflagration in my heart
Then became a cozy hearth fire
And now it seems reduced to embers, begging for life
How do I rekindle these flames?
But more importantly, do I even want to?
You're not mine
You never will be
And though this is the sweetest torture
I don't know if I want to experience it anymore
And so the last of the embers will fade to dark
My heart burned and filled with ash
My tongue scorched,
My throat like sandpaper,
Third degree burns all over my insides

I want to say sorry
But who am I apologizing to?
My heart?
I don't think it wants my apologies anymore

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