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Let it Burn
I don't want to write cheesy poems
about blooming flowers,
in metaphors that everyone has already heard of and read.
I don't want to fade into the background,
have you forget my name,
I want to write something that will make people feel.
I want your heart burn when you read my words
and remember how it stung when your first love broke your heart
after he promised you he wouldn't,
and you believed every word that his slippery tongue ever said.
I want you to remember
what it felt like to be seventeen and feel lost
even when you were surrounded by people
who whispered into your ears that they cared,
too scared to let anyone else know.
I want you to remember
when you had no control over your life when I write
about how I don't flench anymore when I hear glass shatter,
because it reminds me of the sound of my aching bones
each time life decides to throw me into the rink and beat the crap out of me.
Life isn't always pretty,
and I want to write in a way that you will never forget the times
when the girl you used to call your best friend
knocked you to your knees eight times
but you managed to summon enough strength to get up nine times,
convincing yourself that these bruises on your body
were more like immunization shots that plain old battle scars,
and that one day, the right combination of medicine
would make you immune
to the powers against you.
I want to write
and I want you to believe
that you are NOT alone in this pain,
no matter how isolated you may feel,
and how many whispers start to fade into the distance,
because even if there's no one you want to tell all your fear to,
all your dreams to,
you can count on the fact that,
though you may not personally know me,
I know where you've been
because I've felt it, too
even if I hide it behind smiles and laughter
instead of the scares on your skin that you've RESORTEDto.
And every time you read the words I write
I want you to remember,
it may never fully heal,
but life does get better,
and don't do something today
if it doesn't give you the chance to cry tomorrow
Because I know pain hurts and sometimes life sucks,
but at least in this world
there are other people
who have felt it too
continue to fall into its clutches each day -
but you aren't alone.
So let your heart burn when your current love
breaks your heart and shatters the pieces
you glue-gunned back together by hand.
Be passionate and enraged.
Whatever you do, don't forget to feel.