Throw it to the Flame

Burn my letter. You ate up everything about me that was acceptable. You came inside of me and wormed a black cavernous hole in to what was once full. Your presence has made my life colder, what was clear is now beneath me, lurking underneath a smokey obscurity- formed by you, by your doubt and distrust. So take my letter, take my love and let it burn. Watch the flames lick up the sides of the handwriting that was meant for you, let it tear and crinkle where I touched it, where my scent was, where I wanted you to see that my love was. More than missing you, I miss me. I didn’t realize, I didn’t know how worthy I could’ve been, how lush my life was before you touched it, groped it, placed it into your pocket where it could be forgotten. Burn what we could have been in the same fire that ruins what we were because they will both to turn to ash, irreversibly.