a valentine head rush

I met a firefly not so long ago,

Lighting my steps

Albeit how limiting her glow can be

And trying to open up my eyes

To the splendor of what’s still around me.

I caught her by the wing,

Put her in a jar

Suffocating the living light

Out from her fragile existence.

It pained her to feel the lack of air

Within the enclosed glass walls

But she took my gesture by the heart

In hope that I’ll know

Today now here

Is not

Yesterday then there.

She wanted me to choose light

But darkness, I insist,

Is where I belong.

The lid, I tightened more.

This firefly, I forgot

Has its dawn.

And as the fluttering sound of its demise grew louder

Her smile, which she offered every chance she got

Lost its curve.

What a funny twist

That when the clouds of my own life started to clear

She flickered her last light

Leave.

Leaving.

Left.

Another blackness to consume.

Another tale to whine about.

At least I still breathe, they say.

At the least.

Need to open the lid.

There must be another way out of here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

**this is so fucking emo.

But I fear the truth is far more clichéd

Than the text written.

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