you were a moth with singed wings
flicking too and fro above a dying fire
and red cigarette embers shined through the night brighter then stars
as you flew into the one thing that could **** you
the one thing you found so imposible to leave.

your wings were tattered blankets
that you wanted me to take shelter in
but i would rather be colder then smolder in a broken hearted love..
a love dependent on our hearts being just as black as our lungs