I Was Aflame

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Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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I was aflame
the whole day,
the whole week.
I was aflame
I burned
because I thought
you didn't love me
because I thought
I was about to lose you

I was aflame
I was a wick
on a candle
I didn't even know was burning
until it was too late
until the nub
was all that was left
of me.

I was aflame
until you touched me
until you held me
through the rain of my falling tears
and told me
what a fool you'd been
what you'd meant when you'd said
you could see
leaving me.

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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.


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