I am a candle wick,

straight and white and innocent.

Until you, my match comes along

My love for you sets me on fire

The small flame consumes me,

makes me blacken and curl under.

I fight to stay alive while my world melts around me

and I drift in a hot, waxy pool of heartbreak.

But that fire that makes me

so ugly,

so desperate,

so heartbroken;

makes me beautiful,

makes me light up and dance;

makes me unafraid of when the flame will be blown out.