you light a match and hold it to my wick.
you watch me burn up until I burn out.
you keep me to be your light until,
I lose my glow and gain your doubt.

you keep me in your secret stash.
a name on paper taken out now and then.
one tick down, and folded back up,
and pushed into the drawer again.

you say "I love you" in a yawn.
I hold my breath waiting for your kiss.
but I'll turn blue if I keep doing it,
and when you leave, you won't be missed.