The embers burn

On what sweet pace!

I've always been the one

To easily replace.

Tired eyes , dry lips

From the familiar pang.

In the heart, it digs:

Your venomous fang.

I'm tired of running

All this while.

It's sad but it's stunning

How every touch was futile.

The curl of your lips

Is someone else's now.

I'm just a bad dream

You'll forget somehow.

Protecting a territory

That's not mine.

I'm writing a story

That ends in two lines.

Your tears I saw them,

I heard you crying.

You're a familiar flame,

Where I keep on dying.

Two eternities gone,

How many more?

The embers still burn,

Somewhere in the core.