You To Me Isn't Like Me To You
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.
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