She turned

my heart to ash

arrived to me

on a bright red comet

a chariot to trample

my soul into the sand

leaving glass

for me to walk upon—

and yet

I loved her feeling

because it was a feeling

and it was

so finally true

it hurt more than

the rest had hurt before

but inside it made me

burn

I was alive for her

and my heart embered.

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