Each one
pulls me in,
a spotlight to my heart.
I am drawn to
the lights that shine
inside of houses.
A moth attracted to
their warm colors,
I absorb them
all over my body.
Each time
I find myself
hitting the window
countless times
until I realize
I will never be allowed
inside.
My heart falls
and flutters towards the windowsill,
as the light inside
switches off.
The moon shines on
behind me,
and it's glow is taunting
because I know that
I have settled for less.
I know that
I should be flying endlessly
towards the moon
instead of beating myself up against windows
that will never open.
But each night
I find myself
still craving for your light
when I know that the moon is willing to give me all of its glow.
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