You relit the flame
But took the spark away
So now I’m just slowly burning
Without a passion
Nothing interesting
Nothing worrying
Nothing painful
You think.
It’s a slow burn
Caused by the burdens
You gave me to carry.
You never asked
Whether I was able to hold
Whether I was ready
Whether I wanted this.
Perhaps if you did ask
I wouldn’t be burning.
But now I’m dripping.
My wax stains the table
Like the blood that
Remains on the bathroom tiles.
No matter how much I try
Not to melt
On your already damaged table,
I can’t help but be vulnerable
To your kindness.
But one day I know
You won’t be able to clean up
All my drips of blood and
I’ll destroy myself
And I’ll destroy you.