#4

burnt my thumb lighting a cinnamon candle. reminded me of you. how, even if you’re gone, i’ll still be in pain. how i’m playing your role myself. how you led me to a place where the sun is not. my hair has been washed and dyed so many times since you’ve grabbed it in your fist but i still gag when i feel it every time i brush out the tangles. i hope one day you will wake up and taste metal. hope you’ll feel the bathroom floor and too much vodka. smell the vomit on your shirt from the night before. hope you’ll light a candle and burn your thumb.