For You

I used to have a flame.

It was dim and constantly flickered,

But it still existed.

At that time, you were enough.

But Time partnered up with Death

And together, they stole my oxygen.

The flame burned out, love.

What was left of me?

Smoke.

And on that day, you weren't enough anymore.

Your embrace no longer warmed my cold skin.

Your smile couldn't jump-start my heart.

Your eyes became mirrors,

And I didn't like my reflection.

You tried to be generous, didn't you?

Maybe you secretly knew I couldn't breathe anymore,

So when you pressed your lips against mine, you made sure to exhale.

It worked...for a time.

But it still wasn't enough.

Because every night after you had fallen asleep, the flame would extinguish again.

As the cold crept in, my rotting mind reminded me that no one could save me.

And as time kept passing and approached this day, your oxygen wasn't enough anymore.

That's when I knew.

When my love for you had went,

I knew I had to go.

So now I'm gone.