Candles

I was full of sorrow

 and bittersweet reality.

sin full as one's thoughts could be,

dead inside, unfolding life as petals of a flower as thee 

although withered but none could see 

I was in darkness 

and he was the flaming light that eventually burned me 

although I did not mind,

for I was a candle, glad to know my flame was he 

the flame I saved in the name of love 

the same flame which now kills me 

I only realized recently it wasn't the fire that killed me 

it was my own love,

 that slowly strangled me