The moment your hand left mine a box opened in-front of me a box that had a lock with no key a box that was stained with rust and was a eye sore that I was forced to keep. When you left I remembered things I never asked to see, I saw the darkness in the air and how small a room could be I remembered acid dripping down my face but my legs burned more than anything. I remember screams so loud they were silent only the dead could hear my cries as I begged to be free the night that box opened. I tried to replace that hand that once held me, the hand that walked me down the street every day. The hand I yearned for, the feeling of waking up at 6 am right when the sun rises leaving around 8:40 in hopes you'd be awake standing outside your house waiting for you to hold me.. I tried to replace the hand that was once mine but no other seemed to fit. Too small too big to slim too thick, all the hands I've held were cold none of them reminded me of home like yours none of them could close that box. The box got darker and darker as the Time went by I begged for silence in my mind but they only got louder the blood running down my wrist was a temporary fix but it just broke me more, I remember how you begged me to not leave another mark on my skin calling me a golden sunrise saying you've never seen or touched anything more beautiful but yet you still left. You settled for a rock floating in space over the whole galaxy but you never would've known you were blinded by the rays I shined. Blinded by the shadow the moon casted over your suffocation, over the tricks the lies. But then finally that rock in space crashed and it's tiny pieces fell in place for you to see. Your hand reached back out to mine and that box became full again after pouring out into my chest and darkening my heart. Finally that box is closed and now you bathe in my ray of light feeling the warmth of my love again and I am happy as I hold you til the day my light goes out and hope you'll fill me up again.
