You were worth every burn. I hope…

the force that pulls me has your face

as the desire to yet again consume myself in your scent,

however the feeling of your presence becomes rare

and the desire to touch you each day gets stronger with your distance,

questions without answers that arise in my head

should I continue and pursue your warmth?

knowing you seek disconnection?

should I stop and stay with my heart in my palms?

knowing I could have done much more to become one again?

I scream with pain, I search for you in silence

the mourning of the lifetime with you is almost bearable,

as the night gets colder so those memories fade

my love, I opened up as a sign of love

I never imagined you wouldn't read my words, yet I keep writing to you

like a scream of desire, desperation, and longing

I will never forget your voice

being the reason of our existence and

why I can’t hear it in the background anymore,

my love, you have scared me for eternity

and not regretting it makes it harder

but how I loved you was worth every heartburn