Watch Me Burn





“She folded up that letter as tears streamed down her face wondering how she managed to keep its pages dry. She must have read that letter a thousand times and each time it was like she had never read them before. Leaning back on the bed the memories hit like a flood of waves crashing against the shoreline. ‘How am I supposed to do this,’ she thought to herself. ‘ I can’t do this without you. The ache for you, this want for you, night after night. You set me on fire and walked away. You didn’t even stick around to watch me burn.’ “ ~Erin Rose

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