How A Poet Bleeds In Ink

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I am full of rage by the thought of letting you live inside my head like a pierced arrow
I was the shirt; you were stain
I was the metal; you were rust
You came into my life in a snap like a crashing asteroid in a helpless planet
In a room full of water, I was the paper; you were flame
And yet you still burned me in the most impossible way
You consumed every inch of me because I was naive
You were the sorcerer
And I was poisoned
Your spell in me lasted like a lifetime
I feel the chain of you wrapping me as if you don't want me to escape from the cage of your magic
You are an alive ghost and you keep on haunting me
You are the dagger
And I'm a scar