Hotter Side of the Back Burner

Wanting things to be different from where they are now,
Ignoring the "stop" & "do not enter" signs,
Tolerating & always reading in between the lines,
Trying not to focus on the shadow that is always following me, just like you did,
The thing that haunts me is not the pain but you,
Not the circumstances or reasons, Not the times or seasons,
I just loved you for who you were, a treason that isn't easy broken,
Your skin was a habit, a drug that has the worst side effects,
But it seems to me that I am receiving the hotter side of the back burner,
Getting the short side of a long stick,
Until I was burnt to a crisp & falling off a cliff.
Something slithered in my veins when this happened,
Not the emotion of betrayal not even anger, just amazement,
As harsh as your words are, I stood back surprised that you took it that far.
I don't know where you went but I'm seeing the lines again,
No signs, No restrictions, No looking back,
I'll turn the tides.