June 22nd, 2021
There is no satisfaction in the way we divided. It wasn't pretty, and it didn't happen like it it was foretold. The moon and sun are not supposed to fall out of love, let alone fall for another. They are the beginning and the end. The moon and sun are compliments and are always lifting and sinking one another. They destroy what the other worked hard to create. So it works in turn, I guess. I destroyed you; you're only dishing out what I served you first. But you've got a new army of stars surrounding you, I'm sure you'll be just fine. However, it will take a while for me to learn to live in a world without our star crossed tension. So I was in a moon and sun dynamic once, and I say never again, but it isn't true. I'm falling into orbit once more.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
