Wounds.

From this, I get that the poet tends to kind of take relapses in time when it's late at night, and alls said and done for the day. Like something about the past hasn't yet really loosened it's grip on the poets heart and it's taking a long time to heal and so they self-medicate, because, afterall we're only human and we don't want to be in pain :( I like this, alot.

I love how you described the candle, i believe that sets the tone more then anything. Yes something is haunting you but this is beautiful,

I always love your writing i wish i could leave a more thoughtful comment. Also lower case i xD