So it starts with your eyes.
A stare. The glare.
They shimmer on me like Christmas lights.
The moon is your maker, the sun works in favor, with you and your smile.
Reflecting light on what once was hostile.
A frown you once wore, but the crown "OH, IT'S YOURS."
I made you this crown from the skin on my bones.
Please wear it so that I know this was not in vain, and in my veins I feel the lingering pain of your fingertips touching her skin.
Please wear it because maybe then, I'll hear you say my name.
You struck the match and now the fireworks won't go away, but from you I will quickly..
fade. fade. fade. fade...
But you see you are not who makes me free.
That is ME.
And you are not who makes me see.
That is ME.
And OH GOD ALMIGHTY, he knows how much I have longed for your touch, because I wanted to see.
I wanted he whom I crave to make me feel free.
But I will no longer depend on the reflection of your sun to make me bright.
The moon still as beautiful, but OH NO, It wont remind me of you, remind me of how your hues subdue, me.
You are nausea and confusion.
Your words are poison and I'm tired of listening.
Your smile still enchanting, your eyes still gems.
But perhaps I was not the one to be blessed.
I'll take my crown back, "Thank You"
Not because I didn't appreciate you,
but perhaps now is not the right time for you.