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.
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.
You are like lightning,
Drawing me to you.
And that’s what slowly kills me.
I am nonexistent.
And that’s what ultimately destroys me.