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Flame
I stay silent
Carrying a fire with me
I watch all of the intimacy I do not have
Stay distance stay quiet
Smoking out in the 40 degree rain
Feeling for a moment
That I alone could cause the drop of 10 degrees
My fingers freeze at midnight
I am not addicted
I tell myself
I am not addicted I am just hungry
For poison
Call me Queen
I am beautiful
But cracking under the picture I have painted of myself
Pay attention notice my fingers shaking
Vodka sprite vodka sprite
I take it all down with twenty pills
Everybody loves me wants to touch me
Until I am bent over the toilet vomiting out my pride
Queen tiger powerful
By one a.m. on Sunday morning I am not sure where to go
But by Monday morning I will be back
Smiling great weekend same fake fun memories
Dark lipstick dark smile cat eyes
I get into the car and drive for hours
I woke up sad play it off as mad
I am running away they only see me charging at them
Say to me that I am fierce
I promise that I am just a broken face in the crowd
A girl with vomit covered fingers
Sweaty dying bent over the white toilet
I keep the flame inside of me spreading quickly
Burning my head crackling inside of my skull
I pull my lighter out and hold it to my skin
Burn until the skin is melted I am never satisfied
The smell of burnt cigarettes
Makes me ache for it now I am not reliant I say
Roll the windows down and let cold air grab me
Red lips turn dry wrapped around these infamous rolls
Everybody calls me cold
But I am burning quickly
Worn down from the games my mind plays on itself
You can feel fine for a while but the aches will come back for you
Tell me how well I fit into winter
I remind myself of sweaty summer
The screams that no one heard
The start of smoke finding a home in my lungs
One more time I need to know how scary how pretty I look
I stay up all night wrapped in black
Wind hitting my face pushing smoke into my eyes
Tell me how strong I am
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This piece is my reflection on myself.