He is everywhere,
He is in lonely nights,
He is in pain,
He is in sad words,
He is in my poems,
He is in endless tears,
And yet, he isn't here.

I walk in the darkness feeling your presence,
I feel your hands reaching out to me,
Craving my skin like I crave yours,
My eyes don’t see you but my desires do,
They dance in the moonlight with your desires,
They tease me, tempt me, tantalize me,
The mere thought of your touch sets my mind ablaze,
Don’t bring the moon for me,
Be my moon,

People see the light coming out of her,
They marvel at her shiny and shimmering aura,
But none of them know the broken parts of her that ignite the light,
None of them see the shattered parts of her that help her shine,
They only see the dazzle,
They never notice the damage.

While you stare deep into his eyes for stars,
Don’t forget the endless and painful night that eventually brought out the stars.

When I should have turned into a stone,
I turned into glass,
I felt myself cracking open slowly,
The shreds of broken pieces shattering,
Leaving me hollow and empty.

The day you’ll stop looking for your hero in the villains,
Is the day you’ll begin your fairy-tale.