The Lepidopterist

In the dark, butterflies are just moths Look at me I think my time is almost Look at me It's okay You can inhabit my cocoon When the lights are on I can't help but pursue what I shouldn't I tail you for days My distant fire My pod-mate Why can't you hear me? When I turn off the lights I can't see your wings It's better that way They drove me insane The last time I came I only come for you Your beautiful colours You were never like the others You're slender, you're beaming I couldn't sit you in glass I can't wake up to the sight Of wasted potential This hole's my favourite The one you chewed through my shirt Was the pattern it bore Not unique enough for you? You were so beautiful Get it out of my head Give me back to me Give me back to me You aren't standing when I fear Butterflies are moths in the dark And I can't talk anymore