Candlewick
If I were a better person,
I'd tell you that I've liked you
The way you consume food
not caring what others would think so
Your smile that all along
has been my medicine
I liked the way you scold me
and call me stupid things
I was happy with the very idea
that you became a friend.
But I am me,
not the person I'm expected to be
The complications gave in,
all the best I've had within
I was a candle with no candlewick,
nowhere to lit a fire in
I cannot tell you that
I have liked you,
in the next life,
I promise to.
Take me to Neverland?
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Intersections
PoesíaHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
