Burn Your Words

you spewed hateful words, I wrote them down, showed them to a dear friend. Instead of looking at them, she simply burned the paper they were written on.

the words you said
she burned em

the hurt I felt
has turned now

the pain in my heart
suppressed for a spell

the restrain I displayed
relearned quite well

scar me, lie to me
earn your keep
while I turn and weep

this time, like those before
is feeling like evening the score
like an open sore

burn it once more

feel the fire of rage and disgust

this time I must discuss
the jist that I get
when I set the bar lower

thats when I discover
the song of another

Am I the keeper of my brother?
Hell no. I'm the keeper of no other.

but one thing I've learned is this:

the words you said are burnable...

the disgust I feel is justifiable.

the loss in the life is renewable.

the death of my heart is rejuvinable.