Burning

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I wonder if you can feel the way Ive given up on you?
You were like my second skin: surely you felt me shed you?
Surely you sense the way I prickle when youre near:
You are a flame that will blister, crack and sear.

There was a time when you were my drug.
Not like caffeine and easy to substitute; not that kind of drug,
But the kind that makes you curl up in need,
Veins flow with fire, incoherent rage an unstoppable bleed.

You have charred me for the last time.
Go and dowse someone elses...