What is a moth if not a butterfly
who's traded in her grace and colour
for pitter-patter sighs
Inked nights
To sift shy in shadows
And forever thirst for light
Soft Laughs in Dim lit taverns
Almost winked out flames
She's the tattered mistress of stars
forgotten partaker
Of a lesser praise

Saying they don't matter
That they don't mean or mean other
Is far less fair than fire
Far colder than ice
And darker than the moonless night to be
Cold and free as you wish
If you want to witness loneliness
And the embodiment of whatcouldbe
Say they don't matter one more time

You say you hate me,
You don't want to see me again.
Your eyes tell a different story,
They whisper you love me,
Don't go,
Please stay,
Your gestures beckon me to you.
I will listen to your eyes,
I love the way they romance with my heart.
17/2/2020

You were the love of my life
So bright
Such a beautiful light
You were important to me
Can't you see
You'll only ever be
The love of my life