I am not a butterfly

not like him

not like you

either

i am a moth

doomed to be

drawn to

the prettiest

of specimens

forced to

love

those

i can never

have

you are beauty

while i am average

moths don’t get to be

beautiful

they get to

cling to

cloth and

die in

cobwebs

butterflies get to love

freely

butterflies get to be

beautiful

butterflies like you

don’t fall

for moths

like me