Two star-crossed lovers collide,
illuminating the night sky in blinding white light,
so fierce and scorching,
yet so bleak.
When they first met,
their voices felt distant,
incoherent muffled sounds underneath the black water,
a current pulling them under,
the dark waves suffocating them,
leaving them drowning with arms outreached.
How could they believe in love?
Why would love offer them comfort?
For so long they waited impatiently,
hoping that love would save them from their own self-destruction
wholeheartedly knocking on their door,
and when it did, it came unexpectedly
knocking in hush tones,
whispering many sweet nothings in their ear,
causing a fire to burn deep within,
warming their icy hearts.
And that's how their love story begins,
warm and embracing
like a mother holding her first child to her breasts on a cold winter night.
The child pleads don't let go, let me stay
and bathe in your warm and fuzzy glow,
so wickedly tempting,
yet not everlasting.
Because when love comes,
it brings seven shades of agony,
causing your soul despair.
Such unbearable sufferings
that the heart starts to shatter,
breaking into a million of mismatched pieces
that no one, no matter how hard they try,
can ever piece back together.
Heartache.
That what love brings.
So when you look up at the stars,
twinkling soft across the night sky,
think of how beautiful they are,
and how beauty hurts.
A/N: A quote that I found by Minna So:
Stop being afraid of what could go wrong, and focus on what could go right.
