love is like a moth
to me. I can never
admire it from afar.
I’m determined to catch it, but it’s fast and
unpredictable
so I get frustrated.

Sometimes, I open my hand to surprisingly
find it there, but suddenly realize
that in my pursuit I wiped all the dust off it’s wings
so it can’t fly
anymore.

It makes me want to watch it
from afar…
which is great with a moth, but
love?