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.”
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.
Comments (1)
Whew I felt this😅