Filament

Your heart burns my fingers

When I draw near, and my soul

Flutters like a pair of broken wings

Around your phosphorus amber,

To touch you, to be consumed and

Never seen again—even the light

That courses through us is the same,

One last sear of desperation. Why

Does it hurt so much to be near you,

To love and not be loved back again?

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Edit: Changed 'am' to 'draw' in the second line.

Edit 2: Changed a typo that was pointed out in line seven. (Thanks, smol_turtl.)