Burning Past

The sight of you sent myself into an inferno of hot, painful flames. My heart becomes bare, bleeding and bisected like a biology assignment.

Feelings a had pushed so far beyond existence find their way through the thickets and back into my mind, into my heart.. into me.

I hate this because I hate you. I hate myself for allowing this to happen.

I wasn't happy but I wasn't hurting. I was at peace, at least with one aspect of my life.
Being alone.

Now I am not so sure.

I don't miss you or the thought of you. I just miss having someone there, here with me.
A best friend.