Glimmering hands

The candle glimmered.
Its life was short but its flame spread to many others.
I understand why you got burnt and even expected it. How life can be a little cruel. Sometimes you druel for too long and it douses out the light.
To love too much can be fetal to love.
Freedoms can seem so brutal.
The candle burnt your hand and I let it.
Let you fill the stand with light after tiny light.
Until the room was as bright as your heart could contain.
And mine?
Wanted just one more candle.
One I could hold. Feel its dripping pink wax on my pale white skin.
Let the pain ease away with mine.
Just once more.