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Writer's pictureCeleste

they burn too


doesn't matter if sparks fly they burn too and i've got the holes in my chest to prove it


the dark stain i wipe the dark red stain right off my lips place my hands back on the counter helping me stand upright doesn't matter what i wear tonight who i see tonight what i do tonight i'm undeniably aware that something's wrong inside i've got the ache in my chest to prove it


there's always something left behind there's always two sides people think of fist fights all i see is dim lights and warning signs all i hear is, "you're wrong and i'm right" the fire was hot enough to burn warm enough to keep me there small pieces of hope made their way back together and like your jacket i held onto too many things that convinced me nothing was wrong


every time i slipped that jacket on my chest would remember the ache my mind would drown in the wake of every unwanted memory i thought i buried but still i felt the warmth of the fire and convinced myself there's nothing to forgive


doesn't matter if sparks fly they burn too and they burned every hole left in my chest every longing to relive need something to patch up the absence even just a candle to remind me there's hope of warmth out there those sparks they haven't stopped burning me though the smoke has long cleared


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upside down hanging off the side of my bed playing with strands of loose hair that escaped the bun i put them in i thought maybe by now i'd have company someone who'd lay beside me feet dangling off the edge of the bed telling me something funny so i'd slip laying, laughing on the carpet but it's just me nothing's wrong with that but i feel like something's wrong with that


so i get up and leave that feeling on the edge of my bed i reach into my closet find that old jacket slip it over my head "not anymore" take it right off quitting the memory before it gets me feeling the holes burned by every yesterday remembering enough not to feel sorry i don't want a love that leaves holes or a fire that sometimes warms

i'd rather have no sparks

no holes

no burns

but love

doesn't work that way

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