Withholding Poem by Peter Bonsu

Holding me, I was subtracting from the pain
You came as an addiction, adding to the flame
Adding to what wasn't worth my attention's name
Thought you had the best color, but you weren't my complexion

You were worth holding me down, but it wasn't a complement
A complex thing, right above, you won my recommendation
Surrendering is like a waxing candle's fate
Surely will melt, but strong, it'll rise again another date 💫