Burn

On a cold December day
I awaken to a smile
I was told good morning beautiful
As the tapestry is woven, you trap me in along the way
Clandestine meeting for the first time
Nervous, unsure
We circle like a battlefield, waiting on the first blow 
My hips wrapped around yours,
I am lifted against the pillar
Your lips deliver a crushing strike
Frantic skin and an addiction form
Weeks go by, the good morning beautiful falls by the way side
Your lips no longer touch mine
You write poetry of masks and fallen walls
But you run away
I hold the pieces together

They’ll burn in the flames
As I walk away

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