She was a candle.
You loved her for her warmth-the orange, the yellow, the red.
You loved her dancing flames and the black that is left after.
She melted into you and you watched lovingly
As she became heaps on the ground.
She didn't seem to mind.
She is passion and fury.
Anticipating every ignition- Every chance to be alive.
But you didn't know she was cold inside too.
You didn't return the favor.
I know she scalded you.
Left pieces of her in between your fingers
To be scraped off by your nails.
You didn't like the mess,
So you chose to be a bystander - A stranger.
In her dying embers
You lit a cigarette,
Took a draft,
Shook the wax off your shoes,
And walked away.
You will again
Find another candle,
Strike a match,
And watch her burn.
Trying my luck in https://steemit.com/poetry/@marialin/bounty4love-poetry-contest-win-60-steem <3
