You,

You are like the fireflies in the summer,

Always lighting up when I’m not around.

Taunting me with your height and the way you reach for the sky.

Me,

I am like a blade of grass.

You stomp on me and think nothing of it.

And when I grow,

You cut me down without any empathy.

To me,

You are like lightning,

Beautiful,

But deceitful,

Drawing me to you.

And that’s what slowly kills me.

To you,

I am nonexistent.

And that’s what ultimately destroys me.