Here is the place that I sat
Here is where my soul weighed me down
I marked it as mine
So long ago
But you're here now
And I can't say I like the way
The way in which you fill that space
That spacespot where my soul
Churned, burned.
I remember how it was brought to boil
How can you say you know
How can you say that
When I can still smell my own burnt flesh
When with mine keen eye I can still spot the indentation that I made
If I must I'll remove you myself
I cannot stand your weight replacing mine
I'm not ready
But you wouldn't understand
How can one so cold
Know the lingering feeling of oneself burned for so many years
Discomfort became comfort
Shifting sands made wet with tears from pain
They had given it strength to stand on its own
And now you expect me to welcome the piercing sun and thank it for drying up my strength
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- jess
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