Burning

I attempt to hold back the tears

as I watch the flames lick at the words

I wrote about you.

The words I wrote when my sobs

were laughs.

The words that no longer apply.

The words you never heard.

But backing into the wall

as I watch the flames burn my previous happiness

I'm not strong enough to fight this hurt.

You made me feel beautiful

after a line of boys made me feel

worthless.

Merely pretty.

If that.

You gave me hope after I had lost view of the light.

You gave me a love I had hoped to hold onto.

But you let go.

You let me fall into the abyss

of a broken heart and bad days.

Of nights filled with questions.

That remain unanswered.

Only to leave me to resort to petty anger.

Anger that drove me to burn my happiness

because that was your intention.

Others may have broken my heart

but you burned it.

In hot, vibrant flames.

Burning is worse than breaking,

the pain lasts longer.

You're still burning me.