blue valentine

burn

This feeling ain't the same
the way I was two decades
and a year-born old;
but this ain't something that can be
removed with alcohol,
or a medicine tablet that i
almost choked.
i can't replace it with strangers
in their stranger beds
and all the perfect places
seems a figment in my head.

I took things personal,
hurt went straight to my heart;
i treated my wounds without bandage to cast,
mourned a prayer to our funeral pyre
and you seem found somebody
in a span of just nine weeks.

maybe, that's the way it is
or how life fucks us with ease;
maybe, i was too easy to comprehend
to the point you sweat nothing to forget;
maybe, all those moments costs none to you
and never doubted twice for me to lose.

maybe, it's just the sadness i can't get you out
and to think its selfless to cut me out;
maybe, i was never enough from the very start
that you find it handy to tear me apart;
maybe, i will never understand
what you did and how bad it was–
for my love to burn,
and burn,
and burn.