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 still find myself

craving for your light

when I know that the moon is willing to give me all of its glow.