A Brightly Burning Flame: Part 1
My teardrops stung the steering wheel
As I drove into the black
And kept my heart upon the feel
Of never looking back.
I took off down that winding road,
Wounded; far beyond all sense,
Carrying a most taxing load
So terribly immense.
The sheer weight of disappointment
Was just more than I could bear
And in a moment of lament
I wished that you were there.
A single thought that made me ill
To the reaches of my core.
How could I even want you still
When I was nothing more
Than a means to an end? A toy
Used in such a senseless game
That, given time, would soon destroy
A brightly burning flame.
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