Day & Night

I was struggling and you were thriving.
You were living and I was only surviving.

Your heart was scratched but mine was broken. I failed to form words while yours were already spoken.

You were my gasoline when my soul was the fire. But you became water that cleansed your own while it killed mine.

Once there was a story of a girl and a boy. One whose face hurt from smiling while the other was deprived of joy.

You blindly looked into my eyes as you plunged the knife deeper in my heart.
And expected me to live when the rest of me was falling apart.