January 2019 – Broken Narratives

Flicker

just like the candle
my flames danced vibrantly
but you were quick to blow me out

I hate how I still see you,
in even the smallest of things

that tingling sensation,
the spikes of adrenaline you feel —

it helps remind you
that you’re alive

I’m better when I don’t think
— it prevents me from you

I’m quickly forgetting
what it’s like to feel
anything but this

You didn’t have to write them down,
For me to feel the impact of your words

The mysteries and the wonder
that eagerly awaits us

As a new year unravels