Of Moths and Flame

So Alone.

Can't talk to anyone.

It hurts to breathe in, but when I do

It's still just as empty inside.

I gave up on you ever loving me long ago.

I tried to put it in the past, for your sake as well as mine.

You are still my first thought when I awake.

You are still in my dreams.

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I do not try to think of you.

If anything, I avoid it, or at least try to distract myself,

but I always FEEL you inside me.

I understand the MOTH and the FLAME.

I long to be warmed by your touch, even as it kills me.

And I'm sorry, I cannot want to live in this utter darkness.