Men are drawn to her
Like she is a light
And they
A moth
They just head right towards her
And then she bites them
And smiles her smile which I’m not sure is a smile
And they fly faster
Right into her
I ask myself
‘Why do they act this way with her?’
‘What are they drawn to?’
But then I remember
I am a moth
Just like them
And I continue to head right towards her
I know I’ll probably be zapped
And head down to earth
Wings up and legs stiff
But yet
I sit back
And watch these men buy her drinks
And make their best conversation
While she sends them zinger after zinger
And I can’t help but laugh at some of her jokes
And these guys
Just eat it up
A really shitty realization is
I am not like them
I am much much worse
I am currently
the dumbest moth of them all.
-C.H.