like the day,
getting smaller as the seasons change
like the flames,
burnt out until the light gives way
like the page,
pencil strokes losing focus and smudged away
like my soul,
flickering until it finally starts to wane
I want to love you, and you pull back
commitment too heavy a burden to bear
you want to hide or leave because you are bored
I get it; I do.
but I’m willing to push past myself to get to you
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
like the day,
getting smaller as the seasons change
like the flames,
burnt out until the light gives way
like the page,
pencil strokes losing focus and smudged away
like my soul,
flickering until it finally starts to wane
I want to love you, and you pull back
commitment too heavy a burden to bear
you want to hide or leave because you are bored
I get it; I do.
but I’m willing to push past myself to get to you