I feel like you tear me apart in the dark, when shadows loom and doubts embark, your words become claws that rend and scar, leaving my soul tattered, stretched too far.
In night's embrace, you're a storm untamed, a tempest of emotions, wild and unclaimed, battering my shores with relentless might, eroding the trust built in daylight.
But when dawn breaks and sun rays gleam, you're the architect of my every dream, with gentle hands, you gather each piece, rebuilding me with tender expertise.
In light's warm glow, your touch turns kind, mending fractures in heart and mind, your smile becomes the mortar strong, that holds me together all day long.
This dance of destruction and creation, a cycle of fall and elevation, leaves me dizzy, unsure, yet yearning still, for the next sunrise, the next uphill.
Am I stronger for this ebb and flow?
Or worn down by each high and low?
In light, I flourish beneath your care, in dark, I crumble in despair.
Yet I remain, caught in your orbit's spin, hoping the light will always win, praying that one day, you'll choose to be, the builder, not the wrecker, consistently.
For in your hands, my fate seems to rest, torn down, built up, eternally blessed and stressed, a paradox of love and pain intertwined, in darkness destroyed, in light redefined.
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PoesíaI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
