Burn

Let me haunt your dreams,
but not in the way you think.
When my face blurs in your sleep,
let longing twist your heart,
a sickness in your chest
you can’t quite shake.

I used to want you,
now I want nothing
but to erase you from my mind,
to assassinate your name
from the echoes of my past.

I don’t have time for distractions,
So, I carve our names
into a black-and-white candle,
a sigil of love and loss.
A red string binds us,
our fates tangled,
woven tight,
as the witches cackle
and the moon weeps in silence.

White for the warmth we once shared,
black for the shadows you cast,
for all the nights I wept
beneath your indifferent gaze.

You asked if I was crazy,
but no, darling—
I’m clinically insane,
lost in the labyrinth of this twisted love.
My ancestors never flew on brooms,
they peddled potions
in the corner markets of Mexico,
selling spells beneath the hot sun.

I swore I'd never dabble with magic,
but for you,
I’ll give back what you gave me—
a curse wrapped in grief and fire.
Let the candles burn,
let the string of fate turn to ash.

Soon, you’ll fade from my mind,
but for you, I’ll be the itch
you can never scratch.
The dream you’ll never name,
the shadow you’ll never see
until it’s too late.

You wanted to play games
with someone who knew the price
of touching magic.
You should have never reached out—
because the one thing I know how to do
is watch people burn. So, mote it be!
 
NP