𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: “To ignite the flame that never was” by Angelica Grace D. Misa

Published by: Michelle Piquero
Date Published: February 13, 2025
Time Published: 8:40 AM

CATEGORY: Prose
Theme: An old flame coming back again in hopes to beg for forgiveness.

You and I have begun to blur.

The images of our happy moments, now turning into a bitter reminder of what once was.

The feelings I once felt, the sacrifices I was willing to make, the things I would once tolerate just for the sake of being acknowledged by you – they are all diluted down into nothing but a speck of dirt I am now looking down upon with all the disgrace in the world.

Do you believe you could change me, the way I’ve changed you?

“I don’t love you, I'm just passing the time.”

Isn’t that what you always used to say?

Now you’re groveling at my feet, hoping to bring back the past that wished never happened. You’re nothing like the person you always said you were meant to be: prideful, ambitious, brave, proud.

Now you’ve turned into something you’ve always disdained.

Now you’ve turned into someone like me.
Or rather, someone I once was.

Hopeless, dependent, weak, pathetic.

Do you believe you could change me, the way I’ve changed you?

I hope the ghost of my love continues to haunt you for the rest of your life. I hope it lingers under your skin, itching to be noticed, carrying the guilt you thought would wither away if you had just ignored it – but it’s there, haunting you, just like I once did.

I left you my broken heart, the bitter reality that you can’t swallow. You wish to glue them back together, but you and I both know you’ll do it just for your own sake again – because god knows you’ve never known yourself as well as you do when you’re with me. I let you know me, see me. I gave you a rare gift, but you didn’t want it.

You denied the changes. You denied my feelings. And you denied your own. But now that I’ve left and have moved on, you peel back the bandage covering the wound that has already healed, in hopes to see a chance to ruin me all over again. You wish to once again reignite the flame of the candle that I already threw away. 

Now I ask…

Do you believe you could change me, the way I’ve changed you?