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Burned In The Fire

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A flicker of blonde, that I once believed was gold.

A heart seemingly full of kindness.

Yet now there only seems to be a hole. 

A pretty face masking the ugliness underneath. 

I believed time would bring compassion, yet now there is only more hate.

Wrapping your arms around me, suffocating-

No. Hugging me. 

Your hands are cold, your touch affects me no more. 

You believe this is kindness. 

Yet, affection does not excuse your actions. 


You were the blueprint. 

I was mere clay. 

As I tried fiercely to sculpt myself in your image. 

Your mannerisms mine, your laugh, your looks. 

Only to find myself lost, in the depths of your shadow. 


We differ on numerous accounts. 

For the first time, I am grateful. 

I see you for who you are. 

Not the person you present to the world.

But the version you try so desperately to mask. 


My head is turned and I'm looking at you as though it is the first time. 

I understand you. I pity you. 

People keep their distance for a reason. 

You’re fire, not gold. 

My mistake for getting too close. 

Written by AriannaPhilip
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