It was quiet as he went into the night
in a city devoid of all light
His face hidden behind a hat
his identity was a mistery, and yet,
when I walked by him at 1 o clock
he turned his head and I felt a knock

My door began to open and let him in
When he walked through the frame I could feel it begin
My edges frayed
My insides decayed
When he had turned his head
I was already walking among the dead

You chased me through the labyrinth
All wound up in my head
And I was lost for far too long
Untangling the threads

I learned something valuable from you
But at what cost?
I have a soul again
But it is not the one I lost

The air is filled with tension whenever we were together. We were opposites yet, we attracted each other. We go together. We compliment one another.

He was a painter and I was his masterpiece.

He made me his sky. I was covered in blue and purple. Every touch was like lightning. Every encounter brought a storm. There was no peace in me. There was no light in him.

He put me together and teared me apart. He built me up and pushed me down.  I told him to leave then begged him to stay. I left him but I came back.

I had to come back.
His coldness brought me warmth and my loneliness brought him company.

We go together in all the wrong ways.
Yet, we stayed with each other because that's all we know.

I’ve been in the market for happiness,
and I’ve decided I won’t tell life to keep the change this time

Instead, I will reach into my pockets,
and examine every lucky coin

Keeping my restless hands at bay
if I don’t like the change I received, I will flip those coins

Be calmed by their gentle clinking noise

I will not remain stagnant in these idle waters

I will make waves

I will float to the surface with the happiness I purchased with change, at peace one day