Embers

My heart is torn in these pieces of words,
They will mean nothing to you-
But, I understand.

My life is an open book waiting to be heard,
It will gather dust in your library-
But, I understand.

My pain is acid seeped into the paper burnt,
It will be garbaged into forgettable corners-
But I understand.

My excitement flickers on the wick of the candle,
It will be blown away in your precious darkness-
But I understand.

My words bleed
As you leave them to fester infection.
When it becomes fatal, one day,
You'll understand too.