What About Me?

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Her words fueled the embers she thought had died out
years ago

Years ago,
this fire that once raged within her, broke bonds she thought were
unbreakable

Unbreakable
bonds, she had since formed, and couldn’t chance this flame once more, burning out of
control

Control,
she had to maintain, though her expression may have betrayed her
words

“Words… just can’t express how happy I am for you -
truly”

Truly,
she wanted her words to sincerely reflect her thoughts but,
they did not

They did not; they would not and
she could not

She could not
hear any more, for fear of that flame
reigniting

Reigniting
Spreading
Destroying

Destroying
what took her years to rebuild. She was about to
erupt

Erupt with those feelings she thought were long
gone

Gone
from this conversation, was where she wanted to be. She had to escape; she needed an
excuse

“Excuse …me… that is so great to hear, but I really, do have to
run!”

Run
to the only Water that can quench
this fire

This fire, called jealousy
Dear Lord, What about me?

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