What It Is To Burn

I thought we ended that little talk,
about selfishness, cold hearts, and breaks,
and how I am still the cold hearted bitch
who never gives but only takes.
I thought you'd drop that little thing,
the sentiment you call the "truth"
mother you know not of mutiny and lies,
so your lectures are not of much use.

What is it like to burn...

The constant buzzing of the kettle stops,
as the rains begin to fall.
Why do you insist in bringing me into this?
I thought we ended it, after all.
But no, you insist in screaming my name
as though I'm actually deaf to the world.
Thinking of a flame-like kiss on my lips,
is the only thing keeping me assured.

Knowing that eventually you will shut up,
when it's over and you've forgot,
and that your desperate attack on me ended abrupt
is the sign of some kind of decent good luck.

What is it to burn?
Cold hearted bitch, manuipulator, intimidator,
words from a young age I managed to learn,
as mother hurls her "truth" knowing none of the facts,
and decides to make me burn, just...like...that.

*snap*