Candle

The candle burns bright
The sweet smell fills my room
The flames creating a beautiful sight
With slow creations of gloom

The flame slowly dies
My happiness and light being shoved
You can hear my cries
This is love

I feel shattered
Broken
My life has been scattered
No one has spoken

The candle
Fully drowned in its own wax
It is dismantled
Covered in cracks

Lost, it’s dark
Slowly trying to heal
My scars start looking like birthmarks
I don’t know how to feel.