Blistering Kettle

Love is pain
while the actions leave
the feelings remain.
Just to linger
and to poke fun
and give your heart the finger.
But upon the return
of the strongest thing
you have ever craved for,
ever yearned,
the pain grows stronger.
Closest to darkness,
closer than ever before.
My past love spoke again
only to release
more pain to endure.
Sorry has been said,
and I accept.
But my mind and heart
only wish to drag it down
putting my agony
into more depth.
Stabbing at me
with a blistering flame
burning my insides out
'til nothing remains.
Waiting for my soul
to burn hotter
and vanish like steam
in this kettle
brewing within my chest
as I slowly break down
as the hurt refuses to settle.