You always saw me as a beautiful wreckage. You thought I was this sunning, amazing, poetic person as if I was nothing more than the wind passing by your ears, the whistling noise being the only thing left behind. You thought I was perfect in your eyes, but you also knew I was broken.
You knew what I did that nobody else saw. You knew that I hid in the presence of beating hearts, yet you promised to stay. You told me that you'd be there for me, forever and always. Like not even the sun or the moon could rip our love apart if it was their duty. But, the sun and the moon lie on different sides of the universe, and are as different as opposites can be.
I guess that's why I fell as dark as the moon when you left, yet you acted as if the sun just invited you in.
