I don't want to be your lighter
to click and burn at will.
To turn the flame up higher,
hold it close just for the thrill.
Run your fingers through my warmth
and use my illuminating glow
to show you how to get on by,
to see what you need to know.
But that's too much for you to ask.
You're using too much.
I'm running out of fuel.
But you can't stop anymore.
I'm burning myself out
I'm getting just as greedy.
Drinking myself up to give you comfort,
to bask in your stolen warmth.
And when you're done you close the cap –
there's no use for my flickering fire.
A temporary substitute while you find
the one you really desire.