i am a lightbulb
hanging from the ceiling
attached to a string
you pull when you need the light
and as you find comfort in darkness
you stop pulling the string
i then start to realize you can see in the dark
and never needed my gleam
you used my flare
until it started to fade
along with all i had left to give
at least you don’t pull my string anymore
and as you find a match to light
i am a now just a lifeless lightbulb
hanging from the ceiling