"Matchstick"

Most of us have that one "love" that comes, and just like that disappears.

I was like a matchstick, one of the million. 

Just sitting in a box with no purpose. But then, then I met you.

You danced into my life with a spark, you brought me to life.

I finally realized my purpose, my sole existence was to hold you. 

To have you so close to me and I smiled because I was made for you.

As time progressed you became more complicated. 

You were fire, I couldn't understand your reasoning.

So you began to spread rapidly, now no longer could I sustain you.

You consumed my everything, now it was you who was holding me. 

Once you noticed I was useless to you, you left me.

You left me completely burned out.

Nothing was left but ashes.

Now I realize I was only made to have you momentarily.

You are fire, no can contain or hold you.

You burn and destroy everything. 

You leave behind ashes and broken hearts.

But for a short moment you were beautifully burning so bright.

Author's Note

Im a bit rusty, don't mind the punctuation or grammar, but feel free to point out mistakes.
i'd like the feedback.
thanks guys.