Consummated

I was consumed by the night.

Fuck your colors; what would I know about colors?

I’m as of now selfish and fucking color-blind by love.

Your colors consumed me

But the night was more of an adventure.

An enchantment I wish to pursue.

You were my other half.

Your body used to be like that. An adventure I liked to pursue.

I worshipped you like a God.

But for as bitter as I am my heart can’t take anymore.

With starlight in your eyes and day and night in your pocket; the way I think about you….

I cannot resist but to write.

you were my moon, my sun, and all my stars.

And you still are….