I'm a moth
Battering itself
Against some street lamp
The kind
That don't shine that bright
Just enough
To not be fixed
You were
The street lamp
I thought
You were the moon
Or the stars
Something heavenly
A celestial
On earth
You let me
Believe
Those lies
You let me
Hurt myself
Damage myself
Over and over
To be closer to you
You didn't
Stop me
Didn't
Try to help me
You watched
Unblinking
As I hurt myself
Over
And over
Again
And again
You laughed
You let your light
Be the only light I saw
I was helplessly in love
With your light
So blinded by it
That there were no others
For miles and miles
No moon
No stars
No other street lamps
Just you
And your flickering state
And me
And my broken wings
And bruised body
Your light
Eventually went out
And I had to come to terms
That you weren't the moon
Or the stars
Not a heavenly body
But some street lamp
That's worth dirt
I was broken
Just like you
I had to fly away
But my wings didn't want to beat
When there's no more light
To fly towards
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
