Burning Myself

November 25, 2019

If it hurts, at least I know what I feel is real

So goddamn masochistic

Let it hurt, I think

Just let it hurt

I'd prefer the pain she inflicts over letting go

I can't imagine a future she’s not a part of

It's like holding your hand to a flame

When you get burned

You blame the fire

Though the fault is your own

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🌼𝕙𝕩𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕓𝕖𝕖.🐝Nov 25, 2019

<p>Beautiful... sometimes it feels just like this.</p><p>Somehow you just put into words the last year of my life.  Thank you for this.</p>