I’d Love To Be The One To Fan Your Flames But I Think We All Know I’d Smother Them

You're better than me

In every way shape or form

And you're everything I want to be

The words you sung with the choir

Strung from your mouth

So elegantly

They looped and dipped and weaved through the crowd

Like some sort of

Hypnotized crocheter

Imagine that,

You can form quilts with your voice.

Your fire inside

I guess

Burned too brightly for me

It burnt my skin and left me black but most of all

It highlighted my insecurities

I'd love to be the one to fan your flames and rejuvenate your soul

But I think we all know I'd do nothing but suffocate you and cause your fire to blank out

From lack of oxygen

It's ironic though

You're the one who left me in the dark