I was the candle,
You were the flame,
We worked together,
But never the same.
I relied on your light,
You relied on my wick,
But when you burned out,
What was I to be called?
You decided to leave,
For your patience burned short,
Afraid we might split,
I offered to stay.
You liked the thought,
For you agreed,
But left me here,
A burden to breed.
You never came back,
Low and behold,
New flames danced with new warmth.
But I still miss it,
The way you lit my existence,
Of how I once meant something,
Without reluctance and resistance.
But you still left.

I can't tell you how many shades of blue
That would compare to your
Eyes,
Or how I would imagine them
Roaming over my lips,
And capturing them in yours,
Afraid of losing you every day.
But maybe,
Thats why you left.
I was too complicated to be with.

Nervous,
Scared,
Frightened,
And alone.
Physical,
Emotional,
Mental,
And alone.
Exhausted,
Dying,
Destroyed,
And alone.
Frustrated,
Angry,
Tormented,
And alone.
Drowning,
Swinging,
Bleeding,
And alone.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone,
And still breathing.