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…
Categories: Love, Self Esteem, self-care, Writing
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