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There's a fire in my heart, And it has ripped us both apart. There's a fire in my soul, And it's burned a dark, ugly hole Right to where the eye used to be That could always perceive your beauty; The way your smile lit up the room, But it melted and now that's gone too. The smell of your hair, The love in the air, The way you held me every night Even after you turned out the light. Remember before I set this fire ablaze, Caught your mirage in the haze; Stared at you until my eyes went coal Stoned and drunk on all that is cold But nothing worked. Instead everything hurt. You were the one who knew me to my core, How to heal all my sores. Save one. The fire that burned so bright that I Couldn't control it. Couldn't hold it. Couldn't quench it. I never meant it. What I said. What I did. How I went. How I hid. There was a fire in my heart, And it ripped us both apart From this life to the next. There was a fire in my soul And it burned a dark, ugly hole Right where the eye used to be, Reflecting the eye that I could see Pointed at my chest And with every heaving breath I screamed. But this time it took me and I went. Because my life was all spent On reaching a recovery that I couldn't achieve Or one that I couldn't see. I should have told you Maybe I can still hold you Still as you shake in the night After you turn out the light. Again. You'll pretend you knew And that there was something too That you noticed About how I never spoke of this. And as you stand in the black Realising I'm never coming back You'll bow your head And whisper instead: "If he could have talked to me We would be looking at an end To a happier story." Copyright © 2019
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AuthorSamantha is a doctoral researcher researching the power of figurative language in advertising, social media, and mobile technology. Copyright © 2022
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