a flame and a candle

i am the fire.

you are the candle.

you give birth to my light,

letting it glow and dance and twist.

the wind tried to pull me

but you wouldn’t let it.

i thought you were sweet,

protecting me from my breezy death.

but i realized soon

that i am chained to you.

i try to bend away,

but i can’t fly away to burn

anywhere i please.

my flame dances around your candle,

trapped to your wax stick

conforming my light.

to burn, light and pretty,

i am forever condemned

to your dark candle.