The first time I heard you laugh, <br />I only wanted to say funny things <br />so you would always be laughing. <br />You know what happens to chocolate <br />when you leave it out in the sun? <br />I’m that unfortunate chocolate <br />and you, you are the laughing sun. <br />For this reason, I am offering myself to you <br />not as a martyr or some selfless fool, <br />but as a self-indulgent moth <br />who actively pursues the light <br />without much fear for the flame. <br />The moth who revels in the heat <br />and declares: <br />Burn me.