The Flame

There was a flame in you and I.
That I tried my best to keep alive.
It burned up fast and almost died.
Somehow I found fuel to keep it alive.
That flame then took me, I burnt up in lies.
It managed not to keep us alive.

That flame I held onto for far to long.
I could not keep fanning it on my own.
The flame it faked how it was strong.
In the end I found I was always wrong.
Misplaced trust has become all I’ve known.
You’d think by now I’d realize and grown.

That flame now just a useless memory.
It’s long dead burnt up wasted energy.
It showed me love is nothing but stupidity.
Alone I’ll live in peace and tranquility.
That flame took all that I am in treachery.
I know now flames burn up everything.