As the night passes, I watch the colors of the sky turn darker and darker until it becomes light again. It’s been about a year and a half since my light escaped from the place of my heart, which has been darkened by your mistakes. Ever since I was a little kid, I’d always be awake past my bed time because I felt more at peace. And I guess maybe that’s why I loved you. Because you were already covered in a dark shade. I was fascinated. I stayed up. My parents always told me not to stay up too late because I would be drained the next day. I never listened. So I stayed in your arms a little longer. But I should have listened because I’m now black like the night and forever tired from my broken heart.