
Third degree burn, sick is how I learned, Chapters of me / A paragraph of you. Torn from glue, Because It was never me, it was you! . "You said you loved me so why didn't I feel it?" Now the door sticks when I pull it shut, Your name on my phone, but I don’t pick up The ashes smell like you, Because they are "You said you loved me so why didn't I feel it?" I stop checking the window, I stop replaying the words. If it was love, it left no mark. If it was love, I only got the burn.