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The Burn

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By E.G.Published 4 years ago 1 min read

The burn is what gets me,

The chaotic need to be loved.

And yet when I read your name,

I see red.

The pain you so freely cause me,

Tearing up my heart.

You act as if a simple “I love you.”

Removes the ache that I feel.

I cannot breathe without the piercing pain,

As it stabs through my beating red heart.

The rest of me has gone,

Cold and gray.

As if I had given up,

Nothing left the breath for.

A tiny flicker of hope,

Only for it to come crashing down.

It was originally posted here: The Burn.

Note: This is based on a writing prompt for the words “red” and “pain.”

sad poetry

About the Creator

E.G.

My work aims to provoke reflection, ask uncomfortable questions, and occasionally offer a path forward — but never too easily. When I'm not writing, I'm probably reading three books at once or arguing with myself about which one to finish.

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  • Jazzy 2 years ago

    Whew I felt this😅

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