the war against myself

?

My eyes meet yours
like the moon dipping
its toes into the sea of stars.
But it stays afloat,
since the clouds from above
separate us both.

And I fall
into a puddle of your grace,
hidden behind the obsidian hills
where I expect to find you
At the right time,
At the right place.

The stars you held up
during my dark days
collapsed as a downpour
Of burning drops of rain
impinged upon the muddy earth
made of secrets and black-blue pain.

The skies sing,
lightning dancing over
The thick blanket
Of brilliant grey firmament
As I turn to notice
The pulsation of air
Choking you in defeat.

There it was,
behind your teeth:
the raging fire
from the lies that you speak
and made me believe

I could ever be happy.