His Light
...why we didn't work
He used to adore my flare, my light,
No fear of what was in my darkness.
He thought I was the brightness he’d always desired,
But I didn’t have the spark his torch needed.
He said I was the most beautiful sunset,
The loveliest chandelier that’s ever been lit,
But what his heart needed was just a calm candle,
I shone too bright, was never the perfect fit.
