Have you ever realized how beautiful the flame of a candle is?
It's yellowy white at the top,
It fades into a red towards the bottom,
But the most gorgeous part is the bottom.
The blue.
The most alluring part of a candle,
The blue, is the hottest part of the flame.
Just like people are.
I try to get close to them,
But they burn me.
They looked so beautiful,
But i had to get too close so i got burned!
Scorched, blistered, singed!
Whatever you want to call it.
I was.
I was scorched, blistered, singed,
By all the lies, the unfaithfulness,
and the. The. Astonishment.
The astonishment of the heartless acts,
Acted upon me.
They supposedly didn't need me as much as i did them.
But i loved them.
By them mean friends that left me for people that were worse.
But Better than me apparently
even though I loved them.
I loved my friends before i knew what love was!
But did you hear that?
I said loved because I don't love them anymore,
And i never will again.
Because of the burns on my heart.
From the flame that was ignited by the way they said hi
To me the first time I laid eyes on them!
I stare at my burns from the past as I step to my future
My future burns from new smiles.
From new personalities.
And from new candles for me to get,
Scorched, blistered, and singed with.
