Furiously Bri

How can you burn me to flames

Then ask me to stifle the pain?

You hold the matches, then suffocate me with the lid. 

You act as though neither, you ever did. 

If my flames burn more, you blame me for singes

But you can’t even see that you’re the spark that did this

Except you do see

You’re surely not blind

You just can’t take responsibility 

That would disturb your own peace of mind

But what about mine?

What about my scars?

Do you not see what the distance between us is now so far?

Can you not see how much I hurt?

Or do you always have to put your emotions first?

I am trying to heal the burns

But scars hardly ever fade

I’ll always be reminded of the pain you caused

And every single time that you acted as though it was always my fault

One day I will turn to water instead

Soothing, calm, serene

And you’ll never see how I got there or where I’ve been

You’ll sit there with your matches in hand

Never pondering or trying to understand

You do not get to dictate my flames

When you have caused me to never again be the same

©FuriouslyBri