i'm so tired.
i know i always get too close
to flames
and that i never ever learn.
i know i self-sabotage
and burn bridges
before they collapse.
i'm lighting match after match,
holding the lighter to my finger,
trapping myself in a lit fireplace.
i'm the candle,
and i'm lighting myself,
again and again and again.
i melt and i harden,
melt and then harden,
again and again and again
because i can't stop.
but every time
i put myself together again
i lose more and more of me,
wax dripping
flame burning
until i'm gone.
burned out.
— whyamitheonewhoalwaysendsupburned