Not a butterfly! A moth!

Butterflies have always been praised as the prettiest insect. I feel sorry for the underappreciated moth.

Though, admittedly, this isn't actually about a moth...
If you hadn't figured that out.

Like a masochistic moth
You flit from bulb to bulb

Savoring the pain
Inflicted by the light.

Like a sadistic moth
You flit from bulb to bulb

Savoring the pain
Inflicted upon the light.

Unsuspecting light
Giving death to this moth

Unsuspecting light
Giving life to this moth.

For in death, you live
And in life, you die.

Last will and testament? Not trying to be morbid.

Stuff me in a firecracker
Let me then rain down

So my remnants may visit
Each dark, forgotten town

My dust will drift downward
Briefly blotting out the moon

People will glance upwards
At that essence, vastly strewn

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

The breezes will lift me
Brought to life by a gust

Lacking perfection.

That ideal daughter

Good friends
Better grades.

Not good enough for you.

That damnable daughter

Bad friends
Worse grades.

Why can't you see how much worse it could be?

Instead...
Stupid.
Naive.
Irresponsible.
Insignificant.
Selfish.

Why can't you be more like us?

That ideal daughter

Gave up life to please you,
But failed all the same.

Shoutout to Payton. I feel your pain.

No title

Is this indecision?
Or am I simply a coward?

Is this how to live?
Or has this life simply soured?

Why can I not seem
To take that last leap?

Why do I form excuses
And promise not to keep?

This life may be mine
But I feel no control

And I worsen the pain
By wishing life whole

And the people! So lovely,
Each tries to give life

But the people! So lonely,
Leave nothing but strife

No amount of "I'm sorry"
Or "We'll make this work"

Can right those vile wrongs,
They shall always lurk

Am I overthinking?
Now this poem is too long.

And if anyone reads it,
I hope I've done you no wrong.

Bored, as per usual.

The closer you get to the light, the fainter your shadow becomes.

(That's all for that one. ^^ Maybe I'll put a poem to the thought. Maybe not. Doesn't really need it.)

Why when you're sad
Do you shed tears?

Salinated water
Gives way to fears?

How does one's heart
Connect to their eyes?

Pumping of blood
Gives way to sighs?

Red-rimmed lids
Show days of regret?

Thoughts portrayed
As lashes are wet?

No secrets remain
By the telling of tears?

No lies can be held
From reflections of mirrors.