Too curved,
Too wide,
Carrying an unknown feel.
A mistake within perfection.
A disruption so insignificant;
The distress,
Magnified by its distinctness.
Though it's just a fork.

My light grew dim,
so yours could shine bright.
Unseen from the outside—
The love is kept within.

You care for me;
You care for my light.
Invisible in harmony,
But you know it’s alive.

I glistened by my own—
My glint forced to decrease;
You let my radiance release.
Now we burn as one.

Our lights intertwined—
Inseparable and fully aligned.
Dimness and light responding alike.

I care for you;
I care for your light.
Yours, diminished by my hollow night.
I need to shimmer bright to let your glow thrive.
I love you like nothing else in my life—
Enough to allow me the love I denied.

Whether high or on the ground,
to deserve means to be drowned
in pain, in guilt of forced reward —
“Am I really who they want?”
A second thought, yet still no help;
does Isabel deserve herself?
The love she gives – her name denies.
They stare; do they? Too many eyes.
An imposterous feeling flows down her spine –
Quiet, alone, she silently whines…

Reminisce — time flowing counterclockwise,
as future becomes present – past.
Tick, Tock, Tick –
stop;
silence.
All alone by oneself;
lost in a parade of open arms.
Deceiving; never meant for “our” reception.