You
That feeling like fire ants trying to burrow into my skin,
like my bones would shatter and my body melt into the Earth.
That silky, smooth blaze that would eventually burn me alive.
I once thought that was love. How foolish I had been.
How foolish to think that love would find me
Wrapped up in a dirty sheet and struggling to breathe
Break me
Burn me
Beat me black and blue
You could have done anything
And still
All I wanted
Was you
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