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Strike anywhere, but don't touch me, please

you've had all you want, and I'm on my knees

I was the matchbox dragged beside

to light your fuse,

but I won't do.



No.



When that candle's lit, shades of yellow,

hues of blue

will make shadows dance in the rain

creep down the halls with you

away from everything I thought I knew.



Flames licking and sticking

to objects big and small

your small frame up against the light

grows ten feet tall.

And I cower in the corner

near peeling teal paint

"Come closer so I can see your face"

the flame licks at my nose

in odd and even rows

and jumps from your waning wick

to the spot where my heart used to be.



Wrap me in gauze, what good will it do?

Fire takes away beauty, flesh

exchanges lies for what is true.

And I'll lie here in this bed

waiting for another flame to consume.