He longs to be close to me,
like a moth to a matchstick.
But god,
he's drawn to any pretty light.
Blinded, hungry, dizzy.
Fluttering erratically, just to feel something.
Life is too short.
One day, all the lights go out.
It's all he can think about.
Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
He longs to be close to me,
like a moth to a matchstick.
But god,
he's drawn to any pretty light.
Blinded, hungry, dizzy.
Fluttering erratically, just to feel something.
Life is too short.
One day, all the lights go out.
It's all he can think about.