Love is dangerous.
It makes you fall deep
into a black hole
where you find yourself lost
and in dark places
without anyone there to help you but yourself.
There is a bright light shining
down on you while everything else is
It makes you vulnerable.
In the shadows,
you never know what will jump out at you,
and you are scared.
Fear traps in your chest
and you cannot get it out.
Close your eyes and breathe.
The moon, high in the sky,
is your guidance to climb out of the hole.
You scurry your way out only to find the day is gone
and the twilight of the sky gives slight comfort
from the fact that you just climbed
from the dark
and now, out of the hole,
you remain in the blackness of this world.
The moonlight is still there,
the only thing able to be depended on.
You run from love,
you try to hide from it,
to keep it from its scheme of sneakily snatching you,
but it is far too beautiful.
In its eternity,
it will continue to trap you and keep you in its arms,
forcing you to try again even though its chaos is far
too much to handle.
Love is the darkness around you.
Time after time it will try to get you to break,
but you continue to bend.
And through the nights that you are alone,
the moon is still there to guide you.
Your dependence upon it remains,
for even during an eclipse,
it is there.
your hope in love,
still remains there,
hiding behind the thing that blocks it.
It will return.
You are in denial
that it can help you forever.
back into love with the one who broke you,
who tore you apart,
the one who threw you into that black hole.
It takes time.
It takes time to realize that you are better than that,
it takes time for the night to end,
it takes time to find someone who truly gives you the pleasure
to learn to trust another
rather than continually relying on the moon.
But once you open
your eyes to the dawn of a new day,
you will remember the reason why you fell
into that black hole in the first place,
you will not make those mistakes again,
and you will learn how to
truly find your happy ending,
even if it means closing that
of the night
to a new sunrise.
Love is worth it.