The Burning

every day i write the list of reasons why i still believe that you exist

there are marks on my skin, where your fingers burned me.

that all consuming flame that is you stole all my oxygen.

now i have difficulty breathing.

i never want to breathe again, never want to feel again, never want... again.

i close my eyes. you’re there, burning bright, like my own personal sun.

it hurts so much, the light, the warmth, the burning.

with eyes open the world is colourless, blackness, nothingness.

there are marks on my skin, but i don’t think you can see them.

there’s a sun in my head, but i don’t think the light shines through.

whenever i see you; i want to throw myself at you.

scream “Burn me! Consume me! Destroy what’s left of me!”

i’ll never be whole, i’ll never be nothing.

i’m stuck in your Limbo, forever yearning... for the burning.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh my God Yheela, this is so vibrant yet sad. Son passionate and yearning that I cannot believe it you because of your beauty.

[Yheela]

To know love you must have been burnt once, or what is it they say?
I don't know...
read moreTo know love you must have been burnt once, or what is it they say?
I don't know...

You'll live through the pain, you just have to survive it first.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I have been there many times. I understand.