A little part of me
Still hopes
And justifies

But,
She no longer
Can control
My fate.

And I will not destroy this.
Even though,
As I type these words
Every moment
This beauty
Is flickering
Until like every candle
The wax runs out
And the wick burns out
And the light flutters for a brief moment
Fighting

And then it is gone

And it really didn’t last for that long.
I know this isn’t going to last forever.

But,
I hate the dark
Maybe it would have been better
If I was still sitting in a dark room
Alone
Never knowing all of the beautiful things
A candle could show me
And enable me to do so much more

I loved it.
And who knows how much is left?

All I know:
It is going to burn out.
And I will be left here,
Sitting alone.
In the dark.