within the candle light, lies the wick
who is the center, of her universe
supporting, and loving her no matter the hour
give me space
she screams
to the wick
the golden goddess dances
in the wind
who comes and goes
as he pleases
and does not promise her
life.
the wick loves her, the flame.
she loves the wind instead,
who abuses her, pushes her around
and puts out
her spark
the golden goddess will proceed to sway with the wind,
never fully letting go of the wick
because somewhere deep inside
she knows
she still
needs
him.
for the girl who will always love the one who hurts her, over the one who will love and protect her