She is like the moon.
Beautiful and intelligent,
All soft smiles and gentle laughter.
You can yell at her, and she’ll sit still.
And she will love you even after you’re done.
When you’re in front of her, you love her and you feel loved.
Like feeling both sides of the sun at the same time.
She is like the moon, yes, but a shadowed reflection.
Beneath her facade of upturned lips
Lies a raging ocean, threatening to pull you down.
When you know her, really know her,
You’ll feel like the Sun eclipsed,
Suffocated
Choked.
She’s a liar
And a cheat
And it is true, certainly, that I am the moon.
Because you will only ever see one part of me.