Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

You're a match.
You burn brightly, and light the world.
Or, at least my world.
But when he comes, you turn down the light.
Like a shade over the lamp.
Blackout curtains on the sun.
You make your light so small it can barely be seen.
And for what?
So his spark may be seen?
You're the one who put it there when he didnt want it.
You want him to light your world,
like you do mine.
But love. 
A spark can only go so far untended.
You can't light a shadow.
You can't force sunshine from a black hole.
And you can't force love
Where there is nothing to warm you, support you, or need ypu for yourself.
Gasoline burns away like leaves and straw.
Smoke fades, mirrors break, as illusions do.
You can't keep giving away your spark,
Or your own match will run out.
You're better than that.
Better than Him.