I'm sixteen again
I spot a bike
and my heart stops.
but I lost it.
somewhere along the line
you became a past tense.
your forest fire died,
all your trees
stripped bare,
exposing the root.
that you could never
tame this flame,
never feed the need.
Baby you could never
make this heart bleed.
I'm cold hearted.
I'm sixteen.
written September 17th 2013
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