The Lighter and The Wax.
I didn't want you to get close.
For you to figure me out.
From afar, I was envious.
You were able to light and get up on your own while I was left.
To try and try on my own.
But coming to no avail.
I didn't want to love you.
For you to be able to get under my skin.
In a way that sent electric shocks through my veins.
Up close, you would be able to send me a light.
Lighting my face up with a smile. That would radiate from the walls.
You never seemed satisfied in that.
There was more you wanted.
And more wasn't me.
I didn't want to face you anymore.
I didn't want to know you anymore.
I didn't want you to know how you made me feel.
How you affected me when you left.
How you could've been better.
But you were only a light.
And I needed to shine on my own.
~E, a burnt down candle wick.
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I think I shed a tear while writing this. But we're already in the hundred's? Wow. The realization of that I write too much.
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
