He looked at her like she was the moon
as she looked at him like he was a
divine, ethereal being.
Even though she was fine being hidden
during the night,
He made sure her tranquil beauty
was to be seen by everyone.
During the day, she stepped aside,
as all she could do was
stare in admiration, as he
shone so brightly, all
of the world could see.
Despite this, they ultimately
could not be together,
as different commitments
drove through their needs.
He was the day,
she was the night.
Both could take flight
without the other.
...
Having those red lines
meant the world to me,
It made me see that I
had control over everything.
As long as they kept coming,
I'll keep loving what I do.
Even though it cannot be shown
It's the only thing that can't be blown
to shattered pieces.
You can never go too far
with that silver metal,
at least that is what I thought.
Even though I fought to keep it together.
...
There is so much infernal
rage that there is a calm
before the perfect storm.
That perfect storm hits,
and the inferno flurry of fury
comes upon us.
Do we come to our senses
and find a solution?
No.
We continue to fight like
we were in an eternal winter
that will kill most of us off.
...
This entire time I have
Thought that maybe, just
maybe, life could not get any lower
than it was.
I also sit here knowing that
if I put in a little effort, I'd be
able to turn my life around.
I don't do this, and I know
full well that I have to.
Maybe it's something in me
that has me thinking I can't,
maybe I don't want to fight for it,
I don't know.
What I do know is that
I will eventually not be
as I am now.
One day, but not now.
About the Creator
Amber Crocker
Instagram: midnightblackheart
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