You were a star, burning bright,
a friend I trusted in the night.
But stars can fall, and so you did,
drawn to him, drawn to fire.
A moth with wings full of glass,
fluttering close, too weak to last.
You swore you weren’t,
you strayed,
whispering into games you played.
You sip their words like something sweet,
chasing glances, before they fleet.
You wanted fire, you wanted eyes,
to feel adored, to feel alive.
It’s not love you crave.
you only glow
when someone else is watching, though.
you flew to him, like a moth to a flame.
They chase the glow, they chase the spark,
a fleeting touch before the dark.
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