When my heart was broken that wasn’t what hurt most

But the hot embers singing my skin, 

Burning the ivory layer, revealing the raw, pink tissue underneath. 

As the smoke rose up from my body, the smell of burning flesh arose

But the only thing I could smell was betrayal.

The embers exposed the living part of me underneath the walls put up 

that eerily resembled death.

My red blood, the blood that ran through my veins

With hope - that things would turn out 

differently,

that there wasn’t a monster lurking underneath him -

spurted out, drenching him in red.

Painting him with my pain and sadness;

asking him how he could do this.

I had thought the embers were cool, okay to touch.

In a second’s time, they glowed red, taunting me.

Cutting my skin as they tore through the coverings, 

the ones I had put up to prevent exactly this.

They burnt all the way to my heart, 

Showing the pitiful, beating organ

to everyone and how it had grown so large 

For the person that destroyed it.