Burned out Paper Candles.

Hi Nataleeen! Let's get into this poem, shall we?

First off, the title is very intriguing as "paper candles" feels like a oxymoron of sorts, as candles are typically made of wax. The candles being paper, however, add a weight of weakness and vulnerability in the narrator as they express their emotions through these words, so I really liked that little detail that draws the reader into the poem.

This poem feels like a diary entry, which is confirmed by the date at the end of the poem. The short lines, the questioning, the use of ellipsis, the yearning, the confusion, all of these aspects make the poem feel very raw and personal. This poem is line after line of strong, yet perplexing, emotions that the narrator is dealing with. Furthermore, the use of italics in this poem to emphasize the wording of the poem acts as a way to see the true inner thoughts of the narrator.

Something you can do with poems that feel like an overflow of emotions, like this one, is play around with the formatting as well! Creating an interesting shape to the poem can really highlight the emotional intensity of the work as well.

Overall, this poem really struck me as personal, sad, and even hopeful as it ends in a "some day." Really well done, and thank you for sharing!
Much love, G<3

Hello again ^^
Initial thoughts? Your poems keep getting better honestly and I love coming back to them. This one in particular caught my sight because of the way it's written— simple but also simultaneously abstract.
"I saw you today.
Saw you intrigued in that enormous book.
Saw you smile with your friends.
But this time,
Not a normal smile,
Not a formal smile,
A real one."

I see that this is about the subject of the poem. Is this the same person from the previous poems? Just wondering. That aside, what does enormous book refer to here? I don't quite get that metaphor. Is this about a chapter of the speaker's life?

"One that hasn’t been seen since us.
One that had fallen to lust.
Times of laughter,
Times of you,
Times of me,
Times of us.
Times when candles were lit."

How well written! It seems like the subject and the speaker drifted apart because of lust of the subject. On a side note, this reminds me of the song 'death of a hero' by Alec Benjamin. I wish you had talked more about the lust part because it seems a little vague but then again that could be a choice in itself. It seems like the two left with some unresolved feelings. Looking at the subject change while you cannot do anything about it, that's quite painful. Other than that does 'candles were lit' refer to the better times of love or passion? Because that's what fire usually symbolise and it follows up with the rest of the poem.

"Now.
It’s just me.
Though you were never mine,
Though I wouldn’t mind,
I wonder,
Could that book remind you of me..?
I hope..
Would that book bring back our tea.?
Maybe..
You’ll be the light to my candle again.
One day..
Some day..."

Reminiscing and reasoning with the past. Well, that rarely ever ends well. "...you were never mine,... I wouldn't mind" well atleast the speaker has somewhat moved on, creates a sense of acceptance. Quick question though what does 'our tea' mean? That aside the poem ends with the speaker hoping that things will get back to how they used to be if I'm right.

Overall I'm seeing that grammatical or punctuation errors are getting less and less and this time I don't really see any, which, props to you! And this poem is slightly different from others which I really liked. Your poems were always amazing but they're improving and getting even better!!

Keep writing, can't wait to read more of your works

Nataleen, I'm a big fan of you! >v<
Every work of yours is like a masterpiece. This one gives me Laufey vibes haha, prolly cuz of the last two lines. So anyways, henceforth I shall present my favorite part of this poem- ^/////^

I saw you today.

Saw you intrigued in that enormous book.

Saw you smile with your friends.

But this time,

Not a normal smile,

Not a formal smile,

A real one.

One that hasn’t been seen since us.

One that had fallen to lust.

Times of laughter,

Times of you,

Times of me,

Times of us.

Times when candles were lit.