I burn through friends like candles
Our friendship ignites with the heat of excitement
Newly born and naive, radiating the room
Filling it with the glow of hope and laughter
Our sweet-spiced scent permeates the space
It's the smell of coming home
The warmth of hot cinnamon tea
Our flame illuminates our internal darkness
We're no longer afraid of the hazy loneliness
Because we have lit this bountiful candle
We're ready to burn with zealous splendor
Our light dances with youthful, inextinguishable life
This fire will shine all night as if it has no hours
Until the wax wanes and the wick is burnt out
The shadows dance on the walls as our flame flickers
But I don't see them casting their prophecy
Because I'm like a fly focused on the light
I hold on to the little flame still giving me sight
Becoming accustomed to the dimness
Ignoring the fact that the fire is dying
Suddenly, the wick no longer supports life
I've sucked the oxygen, burnt out my friends
Desperate hands can't reignite the spark
The friendship was never mine to tend forever
I'm haunted by the unknown demons of the dark
This candle is done, I must relit another
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The Art of Loving and Losing
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories reflecting upon loving and losing yourself and the people who matter most to you. The book focuses on the complexities of living in a human world filled with relationships that can make and break us. They are...
