You are a strike anywhere match.
But you have always burnt out much too fast -
Disappeared before I even had the chance to hold your glow.
You, with your beautiful flicker
out and in and in and out
of my life
You dear, sweet nothing.
Whispered passing in my bad ear
I could never quite make out your meaning.
You - filled to the brim with sulfur
with wood splinter
with flame -
You never answered my question.
Were you meant to burn out?
Or else ignite?
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
You are a strike anywhere match.
But you have always burnt out much too fast -
Disappeared before I even had the chance to hold your glow.
You, with your beautiful flicker
out and in and in and out
of my life
You dear, sweet nothing.
Whispered passing in my bad ear
I could never quite make out your meaning.
You - filled to the brim with sulfur
with wood splinter
with flame -
You never answered my question.
Were you meant to burn out?
Or else ignite?
I literally wrote this while talking to myself in the bathroom, washing my face this morning. But I liked it well enough, so here it is.
