Painfully bliss
I want to hold onto it
as if it were my last gift from you.
It's special,
though it was not meant to serve me.
I wanted you to choose me,
to show me I was enough.
Being enough that was all I could think about when I stared at you.
In your company, I could never fully enjoy-
thoughts flooding me like a hot pan of boiling water, bubbling and spitting,
refusing to be ignored.
The sizzle and pop-
they sting,
they burn.
I put myself back there,
just to feel it once more.
You see, I do have the power
only I can turn down the heat.
But once I do,
I will have to let you go,
say farewell.
You've been gone a while now,
and I am nothing but a fragment of your memory, a decent echo in a distant life.
Yet, you are still here
in my dreams,
in my thoughts
forcing my eyes shut
to catch a glimpse of you and me once more, feeding the fire I keep alight.
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