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.