BITTER MOON
It has been like this forever.
Her and me.
I only exist in her reflection.
To them.
In her absence I am lost.
Nowhere to find.
A nothing.
Hate and love.
Jealousy and admiration.
Why do they always walk hand in hand?
***
She is so alive.
Sparkles.
All Bright.
Warm and loving.
I am just cold.
With a heart of rock.
Full but empty.
Scarred.
An obstacle for them to conquer.
Which they did.
Now they do not even fear me anymore.
***
I only ever get to see them in the dark.
The little ones we are all here to watch over.
I get to see their pain and suffering.
Sneaking up at night.
Hidden in the light.
Only reaching the surface when I am present.
I feel like it is my fault.
Like I am causing it.
Maybe I am?
***
Then I get angry.
For what she gets to see.
Happiness.
For what she can accomplish.
Life.
They give her all the credit.
Rightfully.
But still.
It pains me.
She is so wonderful.
Full of life.
I am but nothing.
***
I only exist in her reflection.
A mirror.
Not beautiful enough on my own.
It is not fair.
I have no purpose.
Tired… so tired.
Of leading my life like this.
Frustrated.
Never getting acknowledged.
It will soon change though.
A plan has formed in my mind.
***
Soon I will meet her face to face.
It does not happen very often.
The only time I feel alive.
Ever.
Even if only for a few seconds.
This time I will make it last.
Forever.
They will be in the dark with me.
Forced to love me.
No bright light to save them.
Keeping me company in the dark.
Yet she will be mine.
All mine.
It will be beautiful.