It happened last night.
It was brighter than bright.
On the stage with so many others,
Smiles, awes and wonders.

In that chaos of positivity,
That mess of creativity,
And studious productivity,
Lied my own proclivity.

Surrounded by twenty or more people
Still in my heart lingered something evil, lethal.
It was when I saw the two of them, together,
That I knew, my love is not real, it lies in the nether.

Again, in that room of twenty or more,
I found myself in front of a locked door.
In my mind I heard the words you once swore
And the fragile peace inside me, once again, turned into war.