Cliché. Moth to a flame.
That’s my building block.
A moth flies towards the light
it looks so innocent, so nice,
but little electric waves see me
reeling back but one look at that
lovely orange flame, I must get
closer, I must see the center,
I just crave the company
of my arch enemy.
Electric waves through my insides
again – feel so shocking
,feel so familiar, feel so homely.
A moth to a flame, the only difference
is I’m crawling back on my bleeding
hands and knees and I know this is going to hurt
I just really need the company.
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