Numb

• Georgina Love, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

My darkness dancing with your flame never daring to touch, like a moth to light we were drawn, my demons living in your hell.
Nightmares about the day your flame dares to touch me, might stand true might turn to ash.
Shattered my heart like glass without a backwards glance, didn't feel a thing, Like a far away sting, seeping through the cracks.
Sad eyes and pretty white lies.
Our dance is finally done you've won I'm numb.