I once owned a candle when lit displayed the most beautiful light ever seen, switching from color to color with a site as breath taking as the northern lights. Sadly, I lived in a windy area, in a shade deprived of windows. So to shield it I sort a glass box and covered it. Through the glass it shinned as bright as ever it was an enchanting site but it never lasted, before long that flame was out leaving behind a cold darkness.
Too much of everything is bad. You are the candle in this story, the glass box is my affection. Afraid to lose you I showered you with so much affection unaware I was suffocating you. Never wanting to be apart from you I forgot you too have a life to live.
Maybe I liked you too much it scared me,
maybe you were right, I did not love you.
Or maybe I have abandonment issues and I’m clingy cause I’m afraid like the rest you’d wake up one day and feel I’m not the one you want.
Like a bad nurse I tend to close my wounds before taking care of the infection.
You see I lash out when hurt, so like a coward I’d rather run than face my woes
I’ve been bottling up and running from myself for so long, I can’t stop now cause I’d be slumped into deep dejection left crippled… so for now I’ll run till my feet fail me