I molded myself into a perfect candle for you
I did my research and became your favorite scent but, one day I began to melt and my fire weakened
I was afraid you'll dispose of me
Because you never loved me for who I was
You only loved the changes I made for you
It took me a while to realize that
It's not me, it's you
YOU ARE READING
Breathe Me
Poetry"You were blind and couldn't find much to love from my poetic mess but I've found many reasons for you" - E.C
