i like to watch tv in the dark with nothing but a candle for soft, flickering light and the soft smell of fresh linen
i like to open my windows which were shut for so many years but now i want them open
i want them to flood my room with sunshine
i want my room filled with poetry and succulents and cds and i want to light a candle just to set the scene
it's an innocent thing
my candles are an innocent thing
yes you're right, i'm a liar
i'm not to be trusted
i'm the worst of the worst
you should hate me with everything you've got
but my candles were never meant to hide secrets
you never knew who i was
so you don't know how much i've changed
and you won't believe anything i say
but i just love candles the same way i love lavender and piano and dresses
the same way i love mario kart and reading and retail
it's innocent
i'm innocent
and im sorry
i guess you never saw the beauty of my candles
or any of things you stole from me
i'll just keep hoping that one day, you'll stop fighting me
i stopped fighting you a long time ago.
- Author: adventurine ( Offline)
- Published: November 11th, 2021 19:03
- Comment from author about the poem: dad thinks i use candles to cover up the smell of the ILLEGAL DRUGS he is convinced i do in my bedroom. he is very wrong but doesn't listen to me.
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Comments1
'you never knew who i was
so you don't, know
how much i've changed'..
if you're developing this much self awareness and self culpability
at such, a seemingly youthful age
all I can do is applaud your dedication to introspection fuelled self-worth;
and your fight, to find the light
in your chosen path of life..
keep expressing,
keep believing in tomorrow's blank slate of hope,
keep trusting yourself
to excavate your answers from within!
I wish you all the best, dear poet
thank you! for choosing to share
thank you for your kind words! i am choosing to learn day by day and do what i can to better myself- i have definitely made mistakes. and thank you for reminding me to remain faithful to myself, my hopes, and my art. i didn't think anyone would read this, so i barely edited the poem and found a lot of little mistakes while rereading- sorry about that!
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