a blue flame flickers in the dark,
so small, so cold, it leaves no mark.
it burns with nothing but a hollow ache,
like a wish i never got to make.

the fire dances, but it's far from free—
it's trapped in something no one can see.
its light is sharp, but never warm,
a quiet scream, a quiet storm.

i want to scream, to let it out,
to tear the silence, drown the doubt,
but my voice is tangled in the air,
like broken glass, too sharp to bear.

the words are there, but they won’t come,
they sit inside me, thick and numb,
and though my chest feels set to burst,
i only taste the bitter thirst.

why can’t i speak? why can’t i cry?
the blue flame burns, but i wonder why—
it’s all i have, but it’s not enough,
it flickers soft, yet burns so rough.

it’s not the heat that cuts so deep,
but the way it hides the things i keep—
the hurt that lives and won't let go,
the things i’m too afraid to show.

the blue flame flickers, fading slow,
a quiet death that only i know.
it’s heartbreaking to hold it in,
to feel the fire, but not begin.

so i sit here, silent and apart,
holding the flame, but losing heart.
its glow is all that lights the way,
but it's the darkness i can't say.