Hollow
I burned my hand
on the stove again
longing for it's heat
thinking it a friend
But instead it scars
Instead it burns
Sucking my oxygen
It seems I'll never learn
Like a moth to light
Tricked by it's beauty
flickering and bright
It feels so warm
it lures me in
I long to meld into it
to peel of this skin
A chocolate Easter bunny
Just waiting to melt
Destined to desire
This fire I felt.
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