The heat burns—
Like fire beneath the surface,
Coursing through my veins,
Tainting everything it touches—
Crimson-coloring my face.
Once contained, now slowly breaks free
Anger, to the point of
Pain.
It thrashes—
Wanting to be released,
To engulf everything
From crown
To spine—
The ***** of my feet
I'm on fire.
The inferno of my thoughts
Overwhelm me
Screaming, it's your fault
Not your fault, mine
I did this, this is me.
Two roads, a choice—
MY choice.
To give the power to break me
My wall crumbling to insignificant pieces
With every word, from the lips
That had to be truth.
Each gaze into bottomless eyes,
Getting lost in midnight.
The endless patterns traced gently on his skin
By my fingertips
Holding his comforting hands,
With the touch that warmed my heart
Consciously giving him control.
Back when he wanted me.
I could have stopped this
Before it was too late.
Before the hardening of his eyes
That lied more convincingly than
The tenor of his voice,
Before his touch grew cold and distant
As the eyes and lips that no longer
Belong to me—
Longed for me.
The decision—
To let it go.
The consequence—
To burn.
But time, it heals—
A balm, to the heat—
I smolder.
Once livid, it lessens.
In the recesses of my mind
Festering—
The fire is there,
As my aloe heals,
At it's deliberate pace—
With each tick of the second hand,
The self-inflicted blaze crawls closer
To the end,
The day when the flame licks it's last wound—
The day freed from a personal purgatory.
Time is my companion.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
The heat burns—
Like fire beneath the surface,
Coursing through my veins,
Tainting everything it touches—
Crimson-coloring my face.
Once contained, now slowly breaks free
Anger, to the point of
Pain.
It thrashes—
Wanting to be released,
To engulf everything
From crown
To spine—
The ***** of my feet
I'm on fire.
The inferno of my thoughts
Overwhelm me
Screaming, it's your fault
Not your fault, mine
I did this, this is me.
Two roads, a choice—
MY choice.
To give the power to break me
My wall crumbling to insignificant pieces
With every word, from the lips
That had to be truth.
Each gaze into bottomless eyes,
Getting lost in midnight.
The endless patterns traced gently on his skin
By my fingertips
Holding his comforting hands,
With the touch that warmed my heart
Consciously giving him control.
Back when he wanted me.
I could have stopped this
Before it was too late.
Before the hardening of his eyes
That lied more convincingly than
The tenor of his voice,
Before his touch grew cold and distant
As the eyes and lips that no longer
Belong to me—
Longed for me.
The decision—
To let it go.
The consequence—
To burn.
But time, it heals—
A balm, to the heat—
I smolder.
Once livid, it lessens.
In the recesses of my mind
Festering—
The fire is there,
As my aloe heals,
At it's deliberate pace—
With each tick of the second hand,
The self-inflicted blaze crawls closer
To the end,
The day when the flame licks it's last wound—
The day freed from a personal purgatory.
Time is my companion.
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