All alone,
In an empty room.
The sun went down
Another sleepless night to mourn
The moon rising silently
the empty feeling inside growing larger.
is darkness a thing to fear?
some find relief in its descuise
some hide in its cloak
so that the world wont find them till dawn
But I am the light
The darkness overpowers my strength
Just as it had my heart.
I grew to love my darkness.
What do you do when you love something,
and it was suddenly snatched away?
How do you react when a part of you suddenly vanishes
Dissapears completely, into dust?
How do you live feeling empty all the time?
Like a part of you is missing?
The part you love the most about yourself.
gone.
what do you do,
when you're all alone without a friend, in the darkness.
With no where to hide
No where to run
No place to go?
What do you do then?
I climb out my bedroom window, to sit on the roof and stare at the moon, like i do every night.
I'm not exactly sure why.
Maybe its because i like the moon.
Or maybe it's because it's what me and Bakura used to do together every night.
He'd say to me how beautiful the moon was.
He'd say it reminded him of me.
At first I'd ask him why, untill i knew his answer. I think maybe he said it to drill "the truth" into my head, considering I've never had much confidence.
He'd say "Both you and the moon are beautiful to me."
Then he'd pull me closer, into a passionate kiss that would leave us gasping for air seconds later.
He'd hold me close and add "but I only truely love one of you"
Even though he did this every night, tears would always roll down my face. I'd be so happy to hear it.
That I was loved. Me. Useless, ugly, pathetic, Me.
Loved.
Let alone by some who i loved back.
Loved for more than my body.
He loved me for being me. He was a part of me.
What do you do when that special person, the one who were sent to love you and keep you alive. disapears?
What do you do?
I'll tell you.
You end up like me. You turn into what you were before love.
Before I met Bakura I was weak and pathetic. I had no faith in myself, I didn't trust anyone, I had no friends, my dad left, I nobody to love me.
The only people who comunicated with my were bullys with their insults and abuse- not that they were much help. I was all alone.
Kind of like I am now.
What do you do,
when you're like me?
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Well...another chappie-ter...Writing at the library sucks.
Attention...anyone who likes my poems can check out my xanga, which usually has my poems on it before i put the next chapter up. So you can read them...then guess what the next chapter is about.
My name is animehikari12.
And if you go on gaia I'm on there too