Light

You say you are always here. That I matter. I am equal. It's lies. It took a simple excuse for my eyes to open. You are a lantern for me, But I am but a match for you, Extinguished when our sun fades, though that's when I need you the most. The lamppost outside my door is getting torn down. You volunteered to replace it, I trusted you, But I am a match held to the wind- The hurricane- Of your lust. And you lie to me For I am just a suitable replacement during the eclipse. I pour my light into you, I let you see my burns, I clean your rust and dirt, For I always need you, even in the darkest of times. Even when the sun will never set. But I am no more than a match. Temporary. Fading. Discarded. I am not blind. You lie, and I withhold my light.