Aging fingers

She's the last moment of a short pencil,
Wasted on paper till disintegration.
She's the last call when I ain't even numb yet.
She's creeping flames up my legs,
When all I wanted was a warm night
Alone.
She comes in just when I need her to,
But never knows when to
Quit
She calls herself the apocalypse,
To my new red hope.
Yet she offers no misfortune
When she shows up at my door.
She's everything and everywhere I look-
In lipstick smeared suicide pumps-
Staring in silent gaze
At the matchstick boy
Ablaze.

I would scratch or remake the first line simply because it reminds of so, so many other things. It is not original, really, and could be worded better if you want the same sentiment, in a fresher way.

I quite like "quit" being seperated, and on the most part this had a decent rhythm to read that wasn't too spoilt by some odd line-breaks -- you might thinking of splitting "She calls herself the apocalypse//to my new red hope," and restructuring the following lines to suit.

There's no real need for taking the "g" from creeping. Also, flame should be flames or leg should be legs, either one, because otherwise the line doesn't read well.

Otherwise, like I said earlier, you need to work on providing a fresher look at an overworked topic. I saw some glimpses of that -- you have the skill with phrases, no doubt, but it's fitting it all together so the power runs right through the poem itself and it's so fragmented as it is now.

Allright let's get ahold of things here

As Firestarter said indeed, the way you left "quit" and "alone" apart suited a nice structure which you seemed to have lost in the last lines. Well not really you were really close.

This is what it looks like

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-
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Alone.
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Quit
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-
Ablaze.

You've added 2 lines at the end which kind of messed up the structure, but that's okay.

About the
She's creepin' flame up my leg,

Allright, let's get ahold of things here.

As Firestarter said indeed, the way you left "quit" and "alone" apart suited a nice structure which you seemed to have lost in the last lines. Well not really you were really close.

This is what it looks like

5 lines
Alone
2 lines
Quit
7 lines
Ablaze

You've added 2 lines at the end which kind of messed up the structure, it could've been 5, but that's okay. The cool thing though is, whether it was intended or not lol 5+2=7 that's tight haha.

About the

She's creepin' flame up my leg,

It does indeed sound a bit off, you could either make it : "She's the creepin' flame up my leg or She's creeping flames up my leg. Your choice

Watching in silent gaze

Just a suggestion here, Staring in a silent gaze

She calls herself the apocalypse to my new red hope,
Yet she offers no misfortune

This sticks out in a nice, original way. I woulnd't cut the line, as it adds up to the long line you used in the beginning as well

Well that's all Twister

Keep posting!

Cheerios, Chandni

As Firestarter has mentioned, I think a fresher outlook would greatly improve this poem. I noticed throughout the poem that you are very fond of similes. Now, I have nothing against similes, but a lot of these similes seem a bit too... ordinary. You conveyed your point, but I think you could do it in a more unique and effective way. Simply put, let yourself be creative. Think of different ways to say seemingly ordinary things; use metaphors, abstract (but still applicable) similes. That's a good place to start.

Nice job and I hope to see more of your work.