I sit here wishing you to finally leave my heart and mind,
Yet there's still a part hoping you find your way back to me.
Consuming me in a beautiful and intoxicating way.
Fire and water.
Light and dark.
Who knew such an odd pair made such a short lived, perfect pair.
But the problem was no matter what water eventually puts out the fire.
Light overcomes dark, or
The dark wins and the light is no longer as bright and pure as before.
I was the light and I haven't shined as bright as before, I've become dulled by you,
But maybe I confused myself and In fact I was the dark and you the light.
YOU ARE READING
3 A.M. Thoughts
PoetryWhen the moon has fully risen and the stars are watching the thoughts of a girl flow across a page. Curl up and enjoy my shitty writings.
