Burned

poem by: Royce B
Written on Apr 17, 2016

My friend said to burn everything that reminds me of you
But really, what am I to do?

Should I burn the shirt on my back since I wore it to one of our dates?
Am I to burn the phone we spoke on at night so late?

What about my car's empty passenger seat,
Or the blanket with which we shared body heat?

Would I burn the bed?
Or anywhere else our passions burned red?

Am I to burn my writing?
Notes and poetry that to you now mean nothing?

Shall I burn my fingers that I wrapped in your curls?
Or the heart strings you left in a burl?

Shall I burn my leg?
It was scarred preparing a date for which now I can't even beg

Am I to burn my flesh,
As it lingers for your touch and lips that tasted so fresh?

Can I burn my heart?
Cauterize the wounds left when you tore it apart?

How can I set the sky ablaze
With the sunsets we watched and the stars at which We gazed?

Am I to burn it all? Why would I want to?
When all I want, is you

Tags: sad, love, depressing, wishful,

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K Alexander commented:

Powerful can really feel that you poured your heart into this

Charde' Ridgeway commented:

love this

Christopher Russon commented:

Love this poem.really heartfelt.

Ariana Lugo commented:

To forget is throw one to one the stones to the lake.

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