He perceived her as the sun, in which he only squinted at her in frustration. He basked in her warmth, he complained when she was gone. But he never "looked".
On days she was muted, he complained. On others she was stronger, he hid from her.
He never looked at her until she decided to leave, and in the mesmerizing beauty of the sunset, and the fading colors in the sky, reality hit him hard, and he wondered how he'd never seen her before.
Night engulfed him, and he saw her again, far away from him, still standing out, shining, illuminating the darkness around him, but painfully distant.
Her warmth didn't caress his skin no more, her light didn't appear to him as bright. He was now able to see her true self, her elentya*, like a full moon; beautiful, exposed, strong and mysterious, distinct from the stars, but none the less cold, unreachable, out of his league; him who abused of her sunlight, who was too blinded, him who should've stayed all along in the shadows of the night, in the dark.
*Elentya: soul that cannot be broken
-Nour Ibrahim-
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PoetryThat's the unfortunate reality Of star crossed lovers, No happy fairytale endings, More like Romeo and Juliette their love kills, When they don't acknowledge each other's feelings. -Nour Ibrahim-
