It Burns

It burns
Like a cold fire
In a place you cannot see
In a place you cannot reach

It hurts
Like vicious words unexpected
Like tears that come unelected
Like betrayal from an unlikely source
Like a pretty dream that was just a dream

It stings
Like the first tears to leave your eyes
Like water in a wound
Like pain that you weren’t bracing yourself against

It’s expected
Like the calm before a storm
Like the sun in the morning
Like the darkness at night

But still it burns
Like the words that were said
In a memory that was bred
To be forever repeating
In your pretty little head