My Moon has a dark side

you'll never see

My Sun is burning something

you'll never feel

There's a dagger behind my back

Sometimes it's stuck in me

Sometimes I'm just the one holding it

I know your insecurities

The way you hunch over in public

Because you don't want them to see your imperfections:

Your round stomach, the pockmarks on your skin, the skeletons in your closet.

The way you laugh off a pain that'll never go away

The way your heart is made of flesh and blood

Just like mine

But there's a fortress rising like a flame in the wind

No one knows who it belongs to

They don't see it

There's a field of poisoned lilies

And we're running through it

But don't fall

Don't try and enter my house of stone

You'll only burn to pieces

There's a dragon in my dungeon

There's liquid fire in my veins

And a double-edged sword in my hands

Fire can burn,

A dragon's shriek is deafening,

And my sword can make you bleed.

Don't cut yourself on my sharp edges.

There's a fire in my heart.

All these things you'll never see.

Because the Moon is beautiful,

The Sun is bright,

The lilies smell nice,

And my heart is warm.

Because dragons don't exist,

and fire cooks warm meals.

Because swords and daggers belong on mantles,

where they're only talked about, not used.

Don't make me.

But there's an army prepared to see you leave,

lest you enter the forbidden room

Make one motion against me and I'll show you dragons exist

My black wings are only hidden because I don't want you to see them.

It's pointless, really.

The arguments we have,

the words we use so carelessly.

"I hate you" and "Go away."

"Go die." My favorite.

But it's a crime on my part, not yours.

Because you don't know how to use the words like I do.

You don't know how to wield them like I do.

My fields of poisoned flowers only last forever.

And I'm Icarus, the one who fell away.

Don't hurt me.

I've already fallen so far.

One day we'll butt heads again,

And you'll feel the rage in my eyes.

One day we'll say the things we shouldn't,

ad I'll keel over, clutching my stomach.

You'll never bother asking what happened as you walk

Away

And I'll nurse my own wounds.

Alone.

My Moon has a dark side

you'll never see

My Sun is burning something

you'll never feel

There's a dagger behind my back

This time it's stuck in me,

and I'm the one holding it.

Because in the end, I'd rather hurt myself than hurt you.

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~October