You say you are always here.
That I matter.
I am equal.
It's lies.
It took a simple excuse for my eyes to open.
You are a lantern for me,
But I am but a match for you,
Extinguished when our sun fades, though that's when I need you the most.
The lamppost outside my door is getting torn down.
You volunteered to replace it,
I trusted you,
But I am a match held to the wind-
The hurricane-
Of your lust.
And you lie to me
For I am just a suitable replacement during the eclipse.
I pour my light into you,
I let you see my burns,
I clean your rust and dirt,
For I always need you, even in the darkest of times.
Even when the sun will never set.
But I am no more than a match.
Temporary. Fading.
Discarded.
I am not blind.
You lie, and I withhold my light.