A darkness is something I admire. The beauty to experience an evil.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

We looked at each other, smiled and agreed that maybe I’m too intense. Then we ate our food and I just smirked because I knew it was true.

My months are spent preparing for the fall.

He was beautiful and still is, we just couldn’t flow within the same constellation.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.

It didn’t affect him because he couldn’t fathom how I felt. He never saw how I held or how I dealt. And when a breeze hits, his first thought is never a scent. We worked in different ways and different places, which were divided by a constellation.

I told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.