The Burn Journals [Poem]

I'd rather bleed to death
than look at your eyes, hurting
With regrets
from getting to know me.1

And you might feel sorry for me
knowing thats what I need to hear
but thats not what I want to hear
I want to see you smile,
To hear you cry
one last time.2

I don't like who I've become
I don't like what I've done.
Will you spare me one last second?
And comfort me.
Cry for me.
Kiss me.
Till my lips burn off.3

My melted hands
still like the feeling of disgrace.
Even though I hate what I see in the mirror,
I hate seeing you tear up for me, with a passion.4

I run to fire only to breathe the smoke
I run from you to feel the freedom of not being caged with guilt.

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The burn journals, an awesome book.

I do feel the same way, but that doesn't matter.
:/

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