A Story of Real Lives

Eyes shut tight, I see everything in perfect clarity. There are no shapes, no colors, only thoughts that quiver between my attentions, They are orderly, perhaps wise, even. They are the lens I see logic through, with strict emotions and honesty.

But opened and in the light, this mindset is shifted into a perverse world where the heart rules over the body. Love and other feelings charge actions, and I sway foward and backward.

It's as if there is a war between the moon and the sun, and they're fighting within me. So different, yet so casually related you would hardly associate the one without the other.

And here's the story of you and I, all the things that I've tried to keep under.

Before you, I was content. I never knew love, so I never missed it, never hurt from it. But to be in love with you was unlike anything. I felt like flying, yet I was being led to drown below. I was too blind to realize that you aren't like me.

I'm naive and trusting, or I was, anyway. I believed you when you told me lies, and I replied in truths. I gave you my heart. You were all I wanted.

You, although lovable, were not one to ever truely love. You said it to me a thousand times, maybe you believed it yourself and ran away, scared. Or maybe it was never meant for me to take home. Either way, you were gone by summer, and you scattered my heart about the broken city.

I was damaged, but I picked up and moved forward after some time. I never thought I'd hear you say my name again, but I dreamt of it everyday. I planned the things I would say to you, endless hours clouds my memory.

But that day did, indeed, come. You spoke to me of friendship like we used to know. But not once did you say you're sorry.

I'm scared to let you in again, but I miss you so much. What is bigger? All I could lose, or the love that I could gain? I'm fighting against what has been and what could be. And I'm at a loss for words.

Who knew anyone could bring this kind of insanity.