The Burn

The burn is what gets me,

The chaotic need to be loved.

And yet when I read your name,

I see red.

The pain you so freely cause me,

Tearing up my heart.

You act as if a simple “I love you.”

Removes the ache that I feel.

I cannot breathe without the piercing pain,

As it stabs through my beating red heart.

The rest of me has gone,

Cold and gray.

As if I had given up,

Nothing left the breath for.

A tiny flicker of hope,

Only for it to come crashing down.

It was originally posted here: The Burn.

Note: This is based on a writing prompt for the words “red” and “pain.”