12.22.2018 (candlelight.)
i waited
so long, i waited for someone to strike a match,
to light me up and turn me on
i wanted so badly to burn bright,
to light someone's way,
for them to take comfort and find solace in my presence
then you came and found me and that vision for myself altered
because you struck the match and lit me up
you turned me on and i burned bright for you
looking back now, perhaps too bright
because you used me for your own pleasure,
kindling my fire when i was convenient,
when you needed light through the darkness
and i did it
every.
time.
i thought it was what i wanted,
it had seemed like it at the time
but little did i know that every time you lit that flame,
i was being spent,
energy being wasted on urgency
losing myself to this fire that consumed me
and once you were done you simply blew me out and laid me down
it felt like forever until you came back
but nothing felt better than the rush you gave when you picked me back up
even though i knew the forever i craved was merely a second with you
until finally, i had been used up
and the last time you pinched my flame,
i knew it was just that
and then there i was
spent, but rid of the one who did it
i had thought it was what i wanted but the longer i was left alone,
the more i thought that i wanted to go back
even if it meant i get nothing in return
even if it meant I get
n o t h i n g
so i waited
so long, i waited for you to light me up again,
turn me on and let me burn
light your darkness,
because i found solace in your presence
but you never came and found me
and i waited
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