Getting Burnt

I said ‘Sorry’.

For words uttered in hurt and pain and anger.

Words that have been haunting my days and nights,  and dreams and nightmares.

I hate the consequences of my words.

I hate that I speak without thinking.

I hate that I cause hurt without intending.

I hate that I push instead of pull.

And most of all,

I hate that you are no longer with me

That I am alone

That I miss you

That I played with fire

And I hate that

I got burnt

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