the candle melts
With every tear it sheds.
Tears that dry and stick to its long pale body,
Until a cruel rough match lights its sorrows up again.
You turn the lights off
And Set me on fire
By the friction of your bitter words on my paraffin-like memories,
Rooted inside of my twisted mind.
I melt with every tear I shed.
Paraffin mass of my memories change shape
And sink deeper and deeper
With every inch I melt beneath your feet in surrender.
YOU ARE READING
Chaos
PoetryIn the middle of my chaos, there was you. This book, lets you inside of my mind, inside of my soul, and together, we can feel again. #201 in poetry
