The Candle and Me

I am a candle wick, straight and white and innocent. Until you, my match comes along My love for you sets me on fire The small flame consumes me, makes me blacken and curl under. I fight to stay alive while my world melts around me and I drift in a hot, waxy pool of heartbreak. But that fire that makes me so ugly, so desperate, so heartbroken; makes me beautiful, makes me light up and dance; makes me unafraid of when the flame will be blown out.