Sun kissed skin

I must be sunburnt. My skin is blistering under the heat of some 
Personal hell and if I allow myself any thought to
Dwell upon the words too long I’m sure I will be scalded with red 
Blotches like brushing a hot pan crackling with oil and 
Embarrassment. So I drop it fast and pull away like I am burnt.

I don’t mean to flinch
But the loud noise, or startling flash 
When the towering facade I built burnt down, scares me. 
Words and meaning gets distorted in my fever dream but I cannot,
Will not, lie. I do not relive every moment in the evening haze
(And the gentle gleam of glass and the look on your face and a
Warmth on my skin) because my memory lies in my stead.

I must be sunburnt while I was distracted. Icarus’ story 
Fell on deaf ears as he is drawn towards his sun. Now 
Everything feels tender and too much, like pins and needles 
Rushing away into feeling again – so strongly and 
Suddenly that I cannot stand. I can only watch you and think
I must be dying. I am too dramatic. It is 

Only a pan that was dropped, and everything has been
Spilled onto the floor and this is my mess to clean.