Complete and utter destruction.
Mentally and physically.
You’ve destroyed me.
I won’t let it get to me now.
But I’m going to forever know, that you destroyed me.
And that’s the one thing that’ll sit in my mind.
The idea that you can live your life without any disturbance of me.
But I have to live mine, with you constantly in my wake.

The thought itself is destructive.
You are destructive,
and I was unfortunate enough
to cross paths with you.

I find myself
indulging with tangible objects
- Books,
Movies,
Food,
Music -
because intangible objects like
- Love,
Trust,
Belonging,
Lust -
won’t ever touch me
the way these
tangible objects do.

Everything
is prettier
in the dark.

The lit up buildings.
The moon.
The busy city life.
This room.
Your smile.
The way your body is pressed against mine.
The lies.

But when the sun comes up
light shines upon it all.
Leaving nothing but truth
in its wake.

The boring buildings.
The bright and harsh sun.
The day life of robotic workers.
This place we call home.
Your rouse.
The way our bodies don’t mesh anymore.
The hurt behind your lies.

Everything
is prettier
in the dark.
Until the sun
comes and
shines on its truth.