☾︎ you wore mischief like a candlelight vigilant awaiting the return of nightfall,

your words were the wax dripping on the floor i walk on.

the ground can shatter but i am stuck here,

you are the memory that thunders before the rain falls,

you were the fear in my mind that i didn't have a name for.

☾︎ there was a reason behind the unnerving way in which i started to behave,

yet i still have some traits of myself, i don't blame the uproar that i still can withhold.

your words were a gray downpour on a moonlit garden,

forgiving without being asked for has never felt more of a burden,

the way eyes can change over the years always has a reason, one that is unsaid but so certain.

☾︎ i wore ire like a candlelight vigilant awaiting the return of daybreak,

my words were the unwavering winds breaking the shackles of your rusted cage.

the ground can shatter but i will always find my way back home,

you are the revolt that i don't have to fight anymore;

you were the fear in my mind that i’m not so quite afraid of, a candlelight vigilant with no danger to wait for.

you were the end of a diary

i haven't seen in a long time,

and forgiveness came easy when the battle's end became liberty's paradigm.

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a/nto people who honestly just deserve better.