Molten Ashes

The burning

sensation

of my wrist

glowing red

like embers

could not distract

from the fire that roared in my heart,

creating craters that crisped around the edges

and spoiled smoke of bittersweet anger.

I tried

to ignore

the way

my heart melted

into a pool of despair.

I tried

to ignore

the fact

that I still loved you,

and that you took a lighter

to see

how I would squirm.

I

tried

to ignore

that it

burned.

You fucked up.

You were supposed to be kissing me

not my only friend.

You were supposed to be holding me

not having sex with her.

You were supposed to be mine

this Valentines.

And now on the one day

where I'm supposed to be happy,

fueled by passion,

feeling loved by people,

feeling loved by you...

I am nothing but

lonely,

unwanted,

molten ashes.