Speak to me, like you did that night. Look at me, your eyes so bright. Walk with me, by pale moon light. Talk to me, we can make this right.

You are the Major to my minor, the roots to my leaves. You are the silver lining my mirror, you bring out the best in me. You are the fire to my water, the sky to my sea. You are the light that casts my shadow, you shine on the worst of me.

Speak to me again, I miss my friend. Look at me again, it doesn't have to end. Walk with me again, out on the sand. Talk to me again, I promise to you I'll make amends.

You are the Major to my minor, the roots to my leaves. You are the silver lining my mirror, you bring out the best in me. You are the fire to my water, the sky to my sea. You are the light that casts my shadow, you shine on the worst of me.

Carry on my dear, there's nothing to fear.
The road ahead appears before nimble minds and loving tears. Carry on my dear, I'll be waiting right here. Counting ahead the years drag every moment you're not here.

You are the Major to my minor, the roots to my leaves. You are the silver lining my mirror, you bring out the best in me. You are the fire to my water, the sky to my sea. You are light that casts my shadow, you shine on the worst of me.

What does it mean to love yourself, when you left things off on the wrong foot? Stumbling over myself, I couldn't catch the words back in time, they had already slipped out. Now I'm tongue tied and my mind keeps jumping to what you might think of me. It's not my place to say, hell it's not really even my place to care... but I do anyway. Because I WANT you. The sight of your stature sends my blood coursing, the sound of your voice summoning a smile upon my face. Your being invokes these things inside of me, the truth of our meeting reflecting in the stars. I think of you every morning, the image bringing light to my soul like the sun you were born into. To bask in your rays and melt the ice encasing my heart, I'm reaching out, but I'm so cold. And I'm so scared. This place has been my home, my sanctuary, built to protect me from a world so ready to prey upon my underbelly. How do I know you're any different? And then my mind races from desire, to fear, to fear of the desire, because I know where this is all headed... it's nothing that you even did, nothing you could even help, your taste is just too sweet. Your beauty is intoxicating, putting me in a state of animal instinct. I try to stay unattached, lest I forget who I am, swirling in the madness your image whirls me in. To understand that my fear of losing your company exists, and to be aware that this force is self fulfilling is ******* twisting upon itself inside of me, and I just need some reassurance, because I'm ******* insecure, but that's intimacy I can't just ask you for... especially when I couldn't even bring myself to kiss you goodbye.

I can't take it back. All the agony we put each other through. I wasn't alone in the achievement, you see, it was a mutual decision. For so long I closed the doors, locked myself away from everything I had ever known, but how could you know what I was going through?! Or how could I know what I was doing to you.... it was selfish, and I'm ashamed to admit that I'm not sorry for taking the time necessary to grieve. I just wish we could start again... not start over, I don't ever want to step back into the past, but to take the things I've learned from yesterday's withdrawn eclipse and bring them to your light. But you're ashamed of me.... even worse, because the honest truth is that I left you behind, and it took the love of another to open my eyes and see that you had always been there for me. Sorry isn't enough, and I'm not sorry, because she's so ******* beautiful and without her I'd still be hiding in the shadow of my former self, but that's the position you deserve. I want to kiss you, and **** the poison that jealously is seeping into your heart, but you're too righteous, too realistic for romance at its finest. Kindness can only go so far... I guess my negative *** out ran you years ago. I'm sorry it took me this long to look and notice...

Have you ever felt utterly lost for thought? An urge to act, boiling in your center, but in your mind... The only thing you can find is the question that leads you back to where you started in the first place. In this case, what is my meaning? As melancholy engrosses my being, I search for a feeling more than just the buzzing in my face, or the pressure in my temple. It's supposed to be simple, after all, they're still just symbols we made up in the first place? Stemming from a need to communicate, but it's become so complicated. I'm contemplating ways of connecting with you, but the medium seems inescapable... will anyone ever really know me? No... just the bits and pieces I allow, details seamlessly left out of the shadow, as if all you ever knew was the light. I know it's cliché of a Scorpio, to act like I know how to get inside locked doors, but you'd never even realize that I've already seen past the lies, your eyes speak worlds beyond the minds filter. And I'm so tired... of trying to be honest and getting punished for it. But giving you what you desire is satisfying, even if it's all just an illusion. As if you don't know it's a fake... you've just convinced yourself that it's better this way, cause romance is defined this particular day and age, by mermaids, and beasts, and the ***** industry. I've given in enough to know, it's ******* difficult to try something new, but jealously is a toxin created inside of you. We were never meant to own one another, just to love one another, but what is love when just being together isn't enough? You want to know me, you gotta know you, otherwise you're undeserving, and I'm sorry if that's cold, but my time here is precious, and if I don't find my way out of this soon... she may just pass me by...