It never burns out

The candle is lit for the first time.

A soft, warm flame lighting up a small corner in the room of affection.  

It burns longer, a new scent filling the room as it seeps into the walls and furniture. 

Surely to be remembered even after the flame goes out

But will it ever? 

That is not known, but for now it is strong. 

Getting stronger by the minute. 

Is it not supposed to be out by now? 

That is irrelevant. 

For now appreciate it before it goes out. 

You will miss it. 

You know it. 

Just like you did not appreciate them. 

Now you feel like a lost dog, who's fault is that? 

You were the one who ran away. 

It is not on them you cannot find your way back home. 

You have seen them happy with someone who actually meets their needs. 

It is selfish to want them to yourself you know that? 

The wax is now all melted. 

But by some miracle it is still burning, I wonder how much longer it will last. 

How unfortunate, the base was made of wood. 

The heat slowly scratches at the wood looking for a response to its twisted proposal until it finally accepts it. 

The base goes up in flames.

It is brighter than ever. 

But that is a good thing right? 

You cannot see without light. 

Back into focus. 

The table is now blazing. 

The room feels warmer. 

Warm is good right? 

You would not want to be cold. 

It has spread. 

But you do not do anything. 

Why? 

Oh.

You want to be loved? 

Even if that love destroys everything and ultimately suffocates you.