their love was a burning matchstick
they tried to hold on to
the sight of the fiery inferno
engulfing the wood was a beauty
both of them saw for the first time
when the flame started to get closer
closer to getting their fingers burnt
one of them wanted to let go;
while the other? i'm afraid, no
he was too curious, you see
he wanted to know what the flame felt like
wanted to feel what burning love was
but he was also too selfish to see that,
while he may be ready to feel
the burning sensation at his fingertips;
she was afraid of getting hers blazed
because, she too, was curious;
too curious, that she forgot
why she even held on to the matchstick
as they ignited the flame;
when she was still holding on to flashlights
that made her feel safe
guiding her through the darkness of life
without the fear of getting burned by the light
as for him?
he tried hold on to the matchstick
as long as he could take the flame
waiting for the time
she would hold the match once more
or maybe, someone else
who was not afraid to get burned
Inspired by an essay, with the same analogy, a friend of mine wrote in one of our English class, that was also inspired by true events that happened to him.