Moth

by Gina H., 17

Even after knowing
I’d be burned by you,
I still became a moth flying towards the flame
In love.

But was the darkness so pretty
That it was the only one you’d embrace?

Was the solitude so lonely
That it was the only thing you wanted to keep warm?

Was the mystery of the obscurity so enchanting
That it was the only thing you wanted to uncover?

Am I nothing more than a moth waiting & waiting to be burned by my own want & passion for you?

Rajkot, India