no matter how gently i press my fingers, matchsticks, into your skin -
the scars, too rough, ignite and i
i watch you burn, near blinded by the light but unable
to look away from another beautiful thing that i have turned to ash.
everything i touch goes up in flames, and you're the worst of it because you,
you come back, burnt and broken, every time, asking me
"again, again, again."
the scars, too rough, ignite and i
i build you into a bonfire over and over
and i feel you burning deep inside my bones.
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