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I’m nothing like Zelda Fitzgerald
but I can paint a beautiful picture
with the words I write on a page.
Drawn like a moth to a flame.
I guess, that’s the only metaphor
I know about being drawn
to someone like you.
You are the bright light
I wanted to seek.
You are the poetry
I read it to myself at night.
I’m nothing like the other girls
you’ve dated in the past.
They wanted attention
I just wanted you.