I am Moon to your Sun
Today I was in your presence. How can one be in the presence of the sun and such a chill crawl over them? Love is not love if it is buried in darkness. Is that true? Is that true my love? We hide in the darkness, you and I. We live in the light of an afternoon moon. I reach for something that isn't there. Why are you so real to me? Because you want me, and I am to be had.
Your efforts are expended on another. She dwells in darkness also. Where is her sun? Is it in your eyes? Does she see light there, or is she as blinded by you as me? Does she feel me there? Does that ever chill her? Something moving in the shadows.
How do you live in two places at one time? You are the master of duality. I cannot imagine how one carves out a full life when one is constantly divided. You chose that. You choose that still. It is enough to break my heart, and make me sick. I want to vomit you out of me, from my toes up. What does love have to do with any of this?
Did you choose this life? Stumble upon it, fall into it? How arrogant to reign over the hearts of others with blatant, ballsy, bastardly disregard. Why, oh why have I not "allowed" my own anger? In suppressing it, I suffocate me.
I love the destroyer of my heart.
I love you to the moon and back.
I no longer tolerate the sun.
I hide from it. Hidden love. You and me. I am moon to your sun. You win again . . . Master of the universe.
© 2012 Bella Nina