I'm looking at the candle.
Blinking at the light.
Created by a fire that once ran inside my heart.
Like needles piercing through flesh.
The cold penetrates me hard.
Pumping, sucking- every emotion-even from afar.
I reach out my hand.
Wanting to feel the flame -
It licks me but I feel nothing.
I watch as my skin begins to crack.
And blood begins to dribble.
Thinking I could stand like this forever.
You pull my hand out fast.
Hugging me - squeezing me close.
"Why?" - I ask you - "it can't get any worse."
You pull me even nearer.
Sliding your hand through my hair.
Telling me you love me - but I just can't care.