There’s a pattern
A rhythmic wave
A moth and a flame
I am the moth, not quite beautiful enough
And the flame, self assured, nonchalant
Forever out of reach
Can’t seem to get close enough
And I try
I try much longer than needs be
Seared wings and heart rupture, same outcome
The flame burns out
Then relights, only to dissipate, turn to dust
And I am left feeling like I was the only one who felt love
Why am I not good enough?
Where do I go wrong?
I disgrace myself… no dignity, no shame
The flame relights to burn another day.
And I am left with this scar and self induced torment for the rest of my days