Sometimes I catch myself
Longing for the dark
I nurse it, carry it in my arms
Never letting anyone get close

It makes me feel normal
It justifies what couldn't be
That I am cold
That I am hard as concrete
That I am not what I want

Then the dark becomes too heavy
It becomes a burden
Too much to bear
And I let it drop
Let it shatter to pieces at my feet
Let it reveal what makes it beautiful
So I can finally see

That the dark isn't bad at all
It's a necessity
It's a fuel to keep me going
To keep me sane

It then collects itself at my feet
Waiting, biding time
For when I start longing for it

Enough to pick it up