Ashes,....no more

sometimes i wonder if the wounded sound of my broken innerself is the torch that lits your evil inside with all the excitement. every second of your nearness is torture to my emotions and feelings, my heart beats,....jumps,... squeezed with all the pain generated by the memories your presence brings to me. Tosses and Twists engulf my being, but alas, it is just too late to save what's left of the ruins u left behind. Ashes,.....no more,..... is what i am, after you have burnt all the beautiful things, that were planted inside me.