It took me so much time to decide
If I should write again
To cope up with everything that's been happening
Right in front of red and tired eyes
But there's this huge force
Telling me to write it out
Because I know there's nothing wrong about it
Except that you'll know how much I'm desperate
For you to stay
Yet I also know that
I don't wanna lose this opportunity
To create a masterpiece
Out of my pain.
Here I am
Exposing my naked truths
Into your eyes
How the independence
The strength
And the power
Are just my masks
How I bail my eyes out
In almost everything I hear or see
How acnes dominate my face and my body
Unlike what you see on my socials
How I'm too vulnerable
and fragile right now
For you to leave.
But I'm not gonna say that
I can't say that out loud
So instead I'm writing this manuscript
So you can know
How my breaking voice
Will say each word
To your ears.
YOU ARE READING
Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
