Are you the moth or the flame?
Is it really, all the same?
Do you wanna get away, but keep getting drawn towards the searing heat?
You’ve gotten a little too close to Sun, and had your wings burnt but still you couldn’t turn away.
You’re glowing tonight.
Maybe you wanted to have your world set on fire so that you could feel something.
Come on, come on, put your hand into the fire.
Surely you know what’s going to happen, you’ve seen it happen before.
You draw them in and as sure as sin they cling to your feverish passion fueled heat until they’re burnt to a crisp.
Could you tone it down a little or maybe warn them to keep their distance?
What reason is there to go on like this?
Oh I forgot, your passion is blinding & finding cover was never an option.
You’ve found your match.
Do you see yourself as a Phoenix or the moth set ablaze as it tries in vein to fly away?
Still burning, still fading as it flaps its wings; like a fever dream knocking on Heaven’s door.
For us the urge to touch, to kiss, to hold each other once again, is the only thing worth living for.
I’m the ember left after your pyro kisses & you’ve become the ashes upon which my burnt out body rests.