A Broken Flame
The flame dances to an unfelt breeze, moving to its own tune. On its own accord.
Every flicker, licks at the sides. Heating the wax as it rolls down the side to a deeper pool.
Shadows dance along the corners. Light chasing the shadows, a deadly game of tag.
The water filled with the heat of a fire of its own, chases away the cold.
Washes down her taunt shoulders, rippling across her ivory skin.
Those taunt shoulders, burn with pain from the weight you’ve placed upon them.
Hiding the tears she’s refused to let you see.
The truth of what she’s done, evident in her once innocent eyes.
The bottle green that holds so much more than the false smile that plays along the soft curve of her pale pink lips.
The smile she gave you, the story that crossed those same lips.
A mixture of truth and lies, what you needed to hear.
That cost her a little bit every time those words crossed that abused smile.
The strength that amazes you, the strength you feed off.
The strength you steal.
The hunch to her once proud stance, from the weight of what you’ve burdened her with.
She wouldn’t let you see her now.
She knew you needed the strength she could give.
To keep you moving forward, she surrendered it all.
Until she had nothing left to give.
The silent tears, lost amongst the water that cascades across her.
Her thin sellouts illuminated by the flame you once said she was.
A flame that danced, that heated those around her.
That gave them her warmth.
She always knew it could never last, that her flame was fleeting.
A flame she gave to you.
You now burn bright. Like she once did.
Filled with life, and a purpose as you dance to the breeze that toys with you.
You burn bright as she plays with the shadows she chased away for you.
You stole her flame, and gave no warmth in return.
She will scream as the ice claims her.
Curls its way through her veins.
She begs for the heat, the fire that chased away the shadows.
The fire you now hold, that she gave you.
But you leave her in the cold.
You don’t chase away her shadows.
You let her scream alone.
She will watch the flame in the candle stick.
Silently screaming at what this has all cost her.
Knowing the actual words will never cross her own lips.
She watches the flame, that dances and plays.
The wax, silent tears that fall on the edges of that flame.
The wax that held the flame up.
Melts to nothing, pools on the floor.
No longer strong, but weak.
She no longer smiles as she watches the flames.
Every flicker, licks at the sides. Heating the wax as it rolls down the side to a deeper pool.
Shadows dance along the corners. Light chasing the shadows, a deadly game of tag.
The water filled with the heat of a fire of its own, chases away the cold.
Washes down her taunt shoulders, rippling across her ivory skin.
Those taunt shoulders, burn with pain from the weight you’ve placed upon them.
Hiding the tears she’s refused to let you see.
The truth of what she’s done, evident in her once innocent eyes.
The bottle green that holds so much more than the false smile that plays along the soft curve of her pale pink lips.
The smile she gave you, the story that crossed those same lips.
A mixture of truth and lies, what you needed to hear.
That cost her a little bit every time those words crossed that abused smile.
The strength that amazes you, the strength you feed off.
The strength you steal.
The hunch to her once proud stance, from the weight of what you’ve burdened her with.
She wouldn’t let you see her now.
She knew you needed the strength she could give.
To keep you moving forward, she surrendered it all.
Until she had nothing left to give.
The silent tears, lost amongst the water that cascades across her.
Her thin sellouts illuminated by the flame you once said she was.
A flame that danced, that heated those around her.
That gave them her warmth.
She always knew it could never last, that her flame was fleeting.
A flame she gave to you.
You now burn bright. Like she once did.
Filled with life, and a purpose as you dance to the breeze that toys with you.
You burn bright as she plays with the shadows she chased away for you.
You stole her flame, and gave no warmth in return.
She will scream as the ice claims her.
Curls its way through her veins.
She begs for the heat, the fire that chased away the shadows.
The fire you now hold, that she gave you.
But you leave her in the cold.
You don’t chase away her shadows.
You let her scream alone.
She will watch the flame in the candle stick.
Silently screaming at what this has all cost her.
Knowing the actual words will never cross her own lips.
She watches the flame, that dances and plays.
The wax, silent tears that fall on the edges of that flame.
The wax that held the flame up.
Melts to nothing, pools on the floor.
No longer strong, but weak.
She no longer smiles as she watches the flames.