A MOTH TO A FLAME
You caught me
as my soul unveiled
for the first time
like a magnet
a moth to a flame
I held tight to a nothingness
an intangible something
made up of my own parts
my needs and desires
I plucked my heart from my chest
I tried to make you take it
some 100 years later
I realized my heart is my own
like a magnet
a moth to a flame
I cry in crimson colors of pain
as I grieve the loss of something
as I grieve the loss of nothing
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