written some time ago; posting similarly-themed metaphorical poetry, moth/flame

Self-actualized
terrified.

So crippled by fear
of allowing her
to draw near only
to shut her out.

A moth to the flame
I fly.
Wary, though, am I.
I've been here before
and I know.

I am the flame;
I will set you ablaze
and douse myself,
then wonder (sincerely)
"why are you on fire?"