Poetry because why not? ~part 1~

Putting the flames out

people to me are like candles with large flames

and I am there to numb their pains

so trust me when I say

you will be the lucky one at whom I won't go away

not this time, no

and I will try my best for the love to show

but I am blunt 

and I will do anything to stay in front

I don't have enough trust to say that you will be my one

usually the people I know get up and run

but what do I do 

to make one love me too

so love to me is no longer a term

and the feelings you feel would never be firm

because I blow peoples candles out

so they can see love is something they can live without

I then move on to the next person I see

and from the deceived version of the story I set them free

they say love is like blanket

a blanket that could never be transit

but for me it has always been cold

and to be honest the feeling of pity was getting old

so I started to show people the world in which they had been deceived

because the stories were really just a tease

many people forget to tell me that their thankful of what I've done

but in the end when people ask who I have, I look back and see none

so maybe I just find it a pleasure to take a feeling I never get to feel away

or maybe its because I feel betrayed

but I see it as a way to save people from the pain

in a world in which we can no longer contain

so I blow the flames out and let out a chuckle

but when alone you will always see my tears making puddles