Oh, it is so difficult to be loved
when you know you do not
deserve it.
I would destroy myself
if not for you,
but to do so would destroy you, too.
I still scrub away at the edges of myself,
but I cannot disappear
with you.
I am not used to love
and you chase me down with it as a torch;
I haunt you, a moth to your flame.
*How can I survive this
fire that does not burn?*
*I cannot hold on to you;
I will not hold on to you,
and yet you hold on
to me.*
The fire keeps the shadow alive.
(c) 2022 Indigo Kenna
Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 2:33 AM UTC
Oh, it is so difficult to be loved
when you know you do not
deserve it.
I would destroy myself
if not for you,
but to do so would destroy you, too.
I still scrub away at the edges of myself,
but I cannot disappear
with you.
I am not used to love
and you chase me down with it as a torch;
I haunt you, a moth to your flame.
*How can I survive this
fire that does not burn?*
*I cannot hold on to you;
I will not hold on to you,
and yet you hold on
to me.*
The fire keeps the shadow alive.
(c) 2022 Indigo Kenna
