Burnt At The Stake ​​wych elm

I hate
Who i’ve become
I wouldn’t suggest it
To anyone
I’ve tied myself up
To a ball and chain
By still being mad at those
Who have caused me pain

Don’t
Don’t burn me at
At the stake
Don’t
Don’t burn me at
At the stake

My spine
Fell out my back
A while ago
I buried the bones
In a barrow
You are my weakness
You are my secret
Your touch burns
And for you, i, yearn