He was like the sun
Same old perfect self, day after day
The brightest being of all
Well thought words, measured actions, ordered habits.
That was him
Always sure of himself
With a promise of glory days ahead of him
Sitting daintily in his fort of silence and composure
Where no one could break in.
And she was like the moon
She couldn’t get her heart to settle
She held within her,
Both the dark and the bright side
Constantly engaged in a battle within
Struggling between choices
Second guessing and doubting herself
Trying to tame her demons
Then they met.
Instantly, she was drawn to him
Like a moth to a fiery orange flame
After all, she was the one with endless questions
And he had all the answers
She got closer to him,
Despite knowing she would be burnt by his flame.
But, call it a twisted game of fate
Scorched, was not the moth
But the flame that got extinguished
That’s when she realized what she really was to him
An eclipse to his thoughts
Chaos to his order
An oblivion to his existence.