hot wax
you lit a candle and
filled up the whole room
with an ugly stench
of something burning
i sat beside you and knew
how this was going to end
because the same thing happens every time -
you ask me what's wrong while
i think to myself
whether i should tell you or not
because you always expect
a single answer
that you're comfortable with
as if
we can't talk about this
like adults
and as i'm thinking
i'm counting all the times
you've let yourself hear and
take me seriously and i can't
think of one,
but when i try and count all the times
you've made me feel weak and small
i think of more than i want to admit
so, i've decided that this time
i'm not going to lie to you
and i prepare myself
for you to finally leave,
knowing i've only ever tried to love
and reach out to you,
i accept that it
doesn't mean anything anymore
because every time i tried
to come closer
you burnt my skin
