I scanned it…
Twenty times today.
That was three more than last time.
And last time was last month when I said happy birthday but I could see through those straight lines that you weren’t as glad.
And ten times more before that.
When you told me how to get over you, as if cutting you off was it for me.
It felt like it was more for you.
And I guess I seemed pathetic then, but I could never be that.
Because nothing could convince me to cash out on all the hours.
And all the effort I burnt…
To light myself up, once.
To give up on all our conversations and everything I wanted to see. To hear. To feel.
You said you wanted to know me more.
And I guess I was the water that killed the wick, because I was out before we could even work.
The scented candle slowly spent itself on the crumbling wood of my time. Stained with indecent rot that filled me as it left you.
And you’re coming back tomorrow. But the scan tells me you’re not worth melting for anymore.
I just wish I hadn’t wasted my match on your cold golden eyes.
Because my box is almost out of sparks.
And its getting colder in Alaska everyday.