obssessing about nothing and everything

Things I've felt
I wish I could say
As the candles melt
at the end of the day

I sit at my table
Hands stained with ink
Framing a fable
Without as much as a blink

The words flow
one after another
I feel every blow
as I blunder

to keep you close
In my head
But as this goes
You are lead

Away from me
In person and in mind
Who is he?
Why must I go through the grind?

Of failing again
to find one as you
Calming, cooling rain
and one as true