it's in dark rooms and isolated spaces
do i find serenity and peace.
it's in the creases of your soft hands
do i find security.
it's in corners filled with shadows
where happiness exists.
it's in the touch of your red-stained lips
where hope lies fully.
it's in staring at pitch-black ceilings
do i feel a broken-hearted 's disease.
it's in your opaque eyes the color of storms
do i feel the calmness of a sea.
it's in me and my fondness of darkness
where love kind of is.*
it's in you and your fondness of brightness
where i can never be.
I was too lost in the darkness and you were too bright to see, but somehow, the irony of it all makes it better and worse at the same time.
