FIRE

It burns.

It scars.

It reminds me of the hurt.

It reminds me of my love.

It allows me to tear through the shuttered bars covering my heart.

I knew it well.

She lied to me.

She left me.

She abandoned me.

Its been the story since the start.

She stole from me and then went back to someone who would hurt her.

She. Her.

As a little boy, my heart was left alone.

By my mother. By my family. By my friends.

By how I saw myself.

I’m tired... of letting them control this fire.

They don’t get that privilege.

This is my fire. This is what makes me who I am.

And for the first time, I don’t give a f*ck about what her or anyone else thinks or wants.

Trust no one. Rely on nothing.

Move forward.

Take my fire and surrender it to myself.

Igniting the hope and love that I deserved all along.

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