If my teardrops were wishes
life would be filled with the sweetest of kisses.

The light in your eyes
And the rain from your tears
Mix together to create
The most beautiful colors.

Lost boys
Running down the streets
Cutting corners in their haste
To get away from life.

You are a lantern
And I am but a moth,
Gazing in awe at your beauty and welcoming presence.
As if in a trance, I draw near
And bask in your warm light
Too enveloped in your grace
To notice the corpses littering the floor.
You burn my once-gorgeous wings until I can no longer fly,
You sear my retinas so all I can see is you,
And yet I can’t leave, too reliant on your heat.
And just like that, a switch is flipped.
Your light goes out.
And I am left alone with only the wreckage you brought me
And the knowledge
That it’s all my fault.