Flames you fancy

Seldom does the flickering flame know,
Its ferocity, fame and freedom is controlled by the silent fuel fueling it.

While I am not the flame you fancy,
I am the invisible fuel, reflecting the flame,
That you forget to see.

Changing me...

With the hand which took pride in lighting the fire,
But of a soothing lamp,
You used it set fire to our lives,
In which we will eternally burn .

The shoulders I strengthened to bear your weight,
One you could hold on to while you grew old,
You let others rest a gun on it and shoot,
Only to destroy the world I had built for us all.

And as I try to hang on to these dim flames of hope,
In this dim light I try to heal the deep wounds of love,
Please dont pry open them,
And let bleed the bad person in me you have now come to know.