i wanted to be
born as a star.
but god had different plans-
and that’s how i ended up
a streetlamp.
i died too easy.
hurt too hard.
flickered too much,
like i was sensitive and useless.
but yesterday,
i saw a moth trying to kiss my light-
it’s delicate wings almost burned
in my fluorescent shine.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
i wanted to be
born as a star.
but god had different plans-
and that’s how i ended up
a streetlamp.
i died too easy.
hurt too hard.
flickered too much,
like i was sensitive and useless.
but yesterday,
i saw a moth trying to kiss my light-
it’s delicate wings almost burned
in my fluorescent shine.
YOU KNOW you cannot love this person without hurting their feelings YES, YOU.
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