Moth Girl


I am not like the effortlessly beautiful butterfly
that floats through existence being admired for it's free spirit,
living off the sweet nectar that is life
No
I am a tattered moth, clumsily drifting through this weighty world,
being drawn to blindingly bright, hot lights that turn out to be
faulty people, places, things,
that burn me
I am bound by my fixations, molded by regret

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