Burning Myself
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
This poem is about:
Me