give it to the night sky,
i whisper, looking down at our intertwined hands—
sweaty as they are, my palm amongst yours.
you tighten the grip just right,
looking me in the eye,
pleading silently to never let go.
i smile, as i usually do,
but this one carries the hint of weakness—
the feeling brought by you.
and i look back up; the moon stares—
like a mother, like a father, like a family.
it holds you and i under its pale light,
surrounding us,
despite the dark enclosing us from all sides.
give it to the night sky,
i say again, broken at the end.
you shake your head—
i can't, i hear you mumble,
makes me cry, i hold it in.
you could, give all this love to the night sky,
let me go,
and i'll dream about you.
but is it really necessary?
i promised to stay.
so you do.
i see strength,
and i see the way it fits you—
it comes in waves
until it grapples over you.
and while the dark seeps right across your chest
through the tendrils of my hand,
you never let go.
i watch you break,
wait for you to disintegrate,
as i've always feared—
except the smile never quite leaves your face.
and you give me the look,
looking straight into my eyes once more.
you smile the same way you did the first day,
and the day i told you who i am,
and the day you saw me destroy the world around us—
the same inkling of love
disguised as the passion of a fool.
aren't you a fool
you never let go,
even as my murk surrounds you.
it circles,
ensnares,
screams,
and cries—
but you hold my hand tight all that while.
and when i see it take over you,
thoroughly,
i break down—
like a glass piece shattering.
can't afford to look back up,
can't look at your face.
what have i done,
after all this time,
once again?
squeezing my insides,
finding something—
the same anchor of the heavy
that's held me down all this while.
the feeling so floaty,
i start losing grip of your arm.
and as it falls nimbly to your side,
i can't look at your face.
but there's a shimmer in the night.
the dark is overshadowed—
never has it happened,
but it does now,
as the moon brightens twice.
and your voice echoes—
first in my mind,
then my heart,
and slowly it takes over me,
as a cold hand searches for mine.
the grip is back—
it grounds so light,
unlike what i was before.
you make me look up,
and i see it in your eyes:
no murk, none of mine,
even though tendrils of it
snake around your neck
and give way into lines—
lines shadowed by a glow,
a glow so pure and bright.
you still carry the same smile,
and it makes me cry.
you withheld it all,
i question,
hoping you won't fade away into oblivion.
there are stars in your eyes,
and i see the hearts in mine.
the night glimmers,
and i feel alive.
brought you back to life, didn't i promise?
it could have killed you—
they always mentioned it did.
none of them had the urge,
or the strength,
or saw through you the right way, perhaps.
i chuckle.
perhaps—
i wasn't worth enough of that.
hey, what of me—
well, love, my love,
tie u and i, i shall
our hands together
let this feeling swell,
and you're right,
i'll give you it—
you did bring me back to life.
something jinx and ekko poured life into
it's reallllly old and i'm stuck in a writer's block
