the burns of this shit

I've got third degree burns on my heart
They are scattered and my heart does not function
properly and systematically

Thanks to you.

There are these momements of normalcy
rapped into ideas of healing
but they are all wrong.

Because still have that hold on me.

The memory is powerful, and the pain is deep.

It is so amazing that I don't believe.
It's been so long and yet here I am...
Not pining, but bitching

I hope that you and she are fine.
I hope that when you find me-you find the site
You find me buried and gone

Part me still living in pissed off poems
Nothing but the living in your head

I hope that it plagues you like, like it once did