Lightbulb

You used to be an orb

Of blown glass and wires

And you would shine

In a relentless fantasy

Of dull, perpetual dark.

 

I was a pathetic moth;

A magnetic pawn

To your futile king

And I thought

You were the sun.

 

Until

 

Other lightbulbs switched on

And caught my eye.

While I clinked into your hard skin,

I compared and contrasted

And you came out last,

Almost duller than the dark.

 

When you perceived my infidelity,

You flickered violently

And I became scared.

In fact, I'm still scared.

Because

I'm waiting for your glass to shatter

On my delicate wings

When the fire in you

Implodes.