you are annoying

you saw a glint in her eyes,
the same light that you lacked
and sought after for years.
now you claw, and fight for every chance
you get to see that gleam again.
if you glimpse it again,
you think you might change.
but worms are not caterpillars.
they do not undergo metamorphosis.
Instead, they burrow and dig
and search and search until they have become
the opposite of what they seek.
every mote of dirt that composes you
has turned blackish
and you are not important here.
you are pathetic
and struggling to breathe.
Do not invite me to your home anymore.