For the Lovers.

Poetry can be many colors,

I sat in silence, searching the night sky, A single drop of moonlight dancing in my eye. For the smallest sip of air, for another exquisite lie, Dreaming till the end, till my very last sigh. But where I sought a friend, company to my misery, She only saw a girl, another fleeting mystery. Yet this time, she reached down, drinking in my pain, Her sweet silver lips, calling out my name. She asked me what price I would dare to pay, To watch my world drift away. “Trade your heart, a soul for the sky, An answer to your dreams with one last lie.” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely a sound, “I give you myself, if only to be unbound.” She laughed, too soft a sound to trust, As she spun our bargain into sweet glimmering dust. Now every night, I watch her there, As I polish my stars with loving care. And while I glow with borrowed grace, The moon still wears my stolen face.

The boy had a habit, wanting what shone, So he asked for a fate where he could call her his own. The girl dreamt in secret, of a love so sweet, She wanted to fight but fell for his deceit. He painted her dreams in gold and light, Spoke of a kingdom where love burned bright. And so, she left, as she had once before, Trusting his words yet scared to want more. But then came the whispers, a price to be paid, A thousand ships for a choice she never made. She believed her grace would make him stay, If only for her face, she hoped he'd find a way. But his love was a lie, too fleeting to last, A kingdom built high, fading too fast. When he turned from her touch, without a word to say, It was an odd thing for her, someone walking away. And that’s when she saw, the truth behind the lies, To them, she was a name, a dream in disguise. His words were never for her, only for what he could see, Her beauty a painting, not a person to be. Now that I know, I must confess, I was the rarest of gems yet something to possess. A war for a face, never love’s desire, My heart forever lost within the city wearing fire.

"He's just a friend" I said, and it was the truth.

The boy had a habit, always texting first