my guts forever on fire
and you’re never near
to not let me burn.
(I beg you, ease my pain!)
my poor heart misses you,
my lost soul aches without yours near mine,
my lone and tiresome body urges for yours, Catarina.
don’t pretend not to hear me.
don’t be cruel, Catarina!
and every night my bed is my pyre.
and I burn,
and I hurt,
and I end.
just to rise from my ashes in the next morning
and live this nightmare all over again.
(cause you’re my reason and I amuse you.)
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Written while listening to Set fire to the rain by Adele.