Burn

You were in my coffee cup in every morning.

And so you burned my tongue, but you were addictive

You were my sunshine.

And so you left red marks on my skin.

You were my vacation to the beach

And so your sand burned my feet, you left traces of it in my hair for weeks.

Because burning is the worst kind of pain

And boy, you set my insides on fire.  

-k.w

This poem is about: 
Me

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