whenever i light a candle i think of you,
whether it's the scent of sugar coated jam tarts,
or cinnamon and light honey,
you may think that sounds sweet,
but i don't reminisce you like that,
instead you are sickly,
too much honey,
and not enough vanilla,
because each time i tried to light you,
you would go out,
and i would inhale the smoke,
over and over again,
until i was gasping for air,
from begging you to come back to me,
it's been a couple of months now,
and i still miss you,
some days more than others,
so now my hands float above the flickering flame,
the same way they linger above your name,
lit up on my screen,
because i still desperately want to contact you,
how pathetic can one get? i wonder,
but each time i place a finger on my keyboard,
it's like that spiteful flame is burning them,
tracing down the patterns on my fingers,
stopping me from sending that message,
so i'll be patient,
and each year i'll blow out every single birthday candle,
wishing for you to come back to me instead.
interpretation:
this poem is about missing somebody from a past relationship who didn't necessarily treat them well and left however they are still waiting for them to come back in comparison to a candle and wishing.
YOU ARE READING
forget me not.
PoesíaThis is my first poetry collection i've ever written, it covers several topics. A lot are based on love and relationships but it also covers a lot of sensitive topics such as mental illness, domestic violence, sexual assault, homophobia etc. I've ne...
