Untitled Letter to You

Our spark was bright and violent,

born of pain and burden.

The smiles we created were radioactive,

reacting so fast the half-life was a half-life.

The flare of us blinded me from myself,

and I told myself that even the sun can burn.

Who am I to tell myself what happy is,

when I don't even know myself.

Who am I?

Just a foundation to be used?

You say you love me,

but why don't I feel free and high?

What is wrong with me?

What did I do wrong?

Why cant the smile that put on your face,

be plastered across mine?

You've done nothing wrong, yet you've done nothing right.

I've been scorched,

and my heart beaten,

our reaction has fizzled,

but it still burns.