Moth

I’m drawn to him

Like a moth to a flame

I know it’s dangerous and he’ll burn me up

But I fly to him over and over again

I’m intoxicated by the light

Glowing and shifting in front of me

I want him

He fans out in glorious colors of red and orange and blue

And I reach out to touch him

It causes me nothing but pain and confusion

But I still long for him

For that pure love we had so long ago Ripped from us so young

That heat and those eyes of his

Knowing my every thought

I can’t let myself get burned again…

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