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I’ve had the doors of eternity closed in my face Seen countless forevers denied Futures I prayed for gone without a trace Now I wonder if I will ever find my happily ever after Or if I will be stuck in an endless loop A loop of naïve hope that falls into endless despair Fondness giving way to distance Smiles breaking into anguished sobs Joyful dreams giving way to heart-wrenching nightmares Summer’s warm embrace to winter’s frosty bite Magical beginnings always lead to tragic endings Maybe I do this to myself I am caught in a whirlwind, The same recurring spiral I run towards misery Always craving its company I am enamored by this suffering With only myself to blame Because no matter how I get hurt I bask in the heartache No matter how hot the flames I’ll indulge in the burns From the sharpest of knives I shall savor the cuts And from the most brutal of beatings I welcome the bruises. Because the pain is proof of life, And the agony justifies my existence. A cycle repeated became a pattern A pattern sustained turned to habit A habit indulged became a ritual A ritual embraced turned to addiction Addiction unfettered became an obsession Obsession unabated became my ruin But still I tried to run from my old ways Whimsically hoping for a different outcome Knowing that I am caught in a perpetual sequence I find I love I live I lose And yet, I try again With flowery words I romanticize my insanity, Repeating the same mistakes Rewriting an olden script in a new font Scribbling the same ideas with blood red ink On pages the color of regret and dismay In a book that holds all the fragments of my soul But still, I write I always fight to make it to the end of the tunnel But the light at the end keeps moving Or maybe I always fall short Either way, I never quite seem to make it all the way For all my steps forward I always seem to circle back Even now, As I carry the ashes of what was to be my forever I finally see my folly I am but a man plagued by misfortune I am but a sailor lost in a turbulent sea I’d hoped to see a phoenix rise from what I cradle But instead I am swallowed by waves that beggar belief And for once I will not run to shore I will stay and drown. Because for all my swimming, My head has never been above the water For all my effort, I never seem to get it right With every piece of my heart that I have given, I never seem to find one that fits what is left of mine And after every single battle I win, I always seem to lose the war. Like a moth to the flame, I always seem to seek heartbreak.
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Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Moth to The Flame
I’ve had the doors of eternity closed in my face Seen countless forevers denied Futures I prayed for gone without a trace Now I wonder if I will ever find my happily ever after Or if I will be stuck in an endless loop A loop of naïve hope that falls into endless despair Fondness giving way to distance Smiles breaking into anguished sobs Joyful dreams giving way to heart-wrenching nightmares Summer’s warm embrace to winter’s frosty bite Magical beginnings always lead to tragic endings Maybe I do this to myself I am caught in a whirlwind, The same recurring spiral I run towards misery Always craving its company I am enamored by this suffering With only myself to blame Because no matter how I get hurt I bask in the heartache No matter how hot the flames I’ll indulge in the burns From the sharpest of knives I shall savor the cuts And from the most brutal of beatings I welcome the bruises. Because the pain is proof of life, And the agony justifies my existence. A cycle repeated became a pattern A pattern sustained turned to habit A habit indulged became a ritual A ritual embraced turned to addiction Addiction unfettered became an obsession Obsession unabated became my ruin But still I tried to run from my old ways Whimsically hoping for a different outcome Knowing that I am caught in a perpetual sequence I find I love I live I lose And yet, I try again With flowery words I romanticize my insanity, Repeating the same mistakes Rewriting an olden script in a new font Scribbling the same ideas with blood red ink On pages the color of regret and dismay In a book that holds all the fragments of my soul But still, I write I always fight to make it to the end of the tunnel But the light at the end keeps moving Or maybe I always fall short Either way, I never quite seem to make it all the way For all my steps forward I always seem to circle back Even now, As I carry the ashes of what was to be my forever I finally see my folly I am but a man plagued by misfortune I am but a sailor lost in a turbulent sea I’d hoped to see a phoenix rise from what I cradle But instead I am swallowed by waves that beggar belief And for once I will not run to shore I will stay and drown. Because for all my swimming, My head has never been above the water For all my effort, I never seem to get it right With every piece of my heart that I have given, I never seem to find one that fits what is left of mine And after every single battle I win, I always seem to lose the war. Like a moth to the flame, I always seem to seek heartbreak.
#obsession#pain#despair#love#loss
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Vinci
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
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