Some loves burn too bright to stand beside each other.

One becomes the star, the other becomes the night,

and the space between them fills with the wreckage of everything they tried to hold.

This is a confession from the light that learned too late

how easily a glow can blind the very thing it meant to cherish.

These words I write 
Like never before. 
As never before, 
Have I felt so sore. 
Lost in my thoughts 
With no way back, 
Against all odds, 
My back is stacked 
 
A prison I’ve built, 
With no serenity in sight. 
The illusion of failure, 
Ever shining bright, 
Still, outside my window, 
One star still gives off light. 
Heading toward that light, 
I try with all my might. 
 
I seemingly learn, 
I’m in fact weak. 
For I cannot hold, 
That light which I seek. 
I could never understand. 
The glow needed darkness to seep. 
And my own shine, 
Would push the light ever so deep. 
 
I faded the night, 
And the beauty it held. 
I closed those doors, 
With a mighty weld. 
Now I find to break it, 
I must grow even more. 
Only this time there's no choice, 
But to know what for. 
 
This time I grow, 
With power unseen, 
And blast through the welds, 
I so perfectly seamed. 
I'll grow until I, 
Can no longer shine light, 
Returning to the star, 
Her beautiful night. 
 
 
No longer can I shine, 
A glow for the world to see. 
It needs to be dark, 
For her to be seen. 
The one whose night, 
I took for myself. 
The one who no longer, 
Had darkness to melt. 
 
Her shine is different, 
In so many ways. 
Her colors ever-changing, 
With each passing day. 
I watch them flicker, 
The glow is so free. 
But I know she is not, 
Filling the sky for me. 
 
It shines so beautifully, 
All through the sky. 
Glistening snow, 
On the mountains so high. 
Even the moon watches, 
Proud of her star. 
Yet for myself,  
I can only see from afar. 
 
The heat of my shine, 
Erupted that day. 
The explosion creating, 
Earthly walls of slate. 
So now when she shines, 
My view is unclear, 
For glowing so hard, 
My beauty instilled fear. 
 
She shines so freely, 
It’s quite the sight, 
Watching her rays brighten, 
The darkest of nights. 
Ever so often, 
Her shine comes my way, 
And I see her beauty, 
Like the very first day. 

Her glow dims, 
Yet still, it’s amazing. 
The shadows dancing, 
And playfully waving. 
I write these words now, 
Because I am sore. 
The reason she dims,  

is my light is no longer adored 
 
As I dim, 
She sees the same star. 
I try not to glow. 
But I wear it like a scar. 
A reminder with each glance, 
Of the night that I stole, 
And why her light, 
Won’t come near my soul. 
 
To share the night, 
I thought we both wanted, 
I never realized my glow, 
Would be so haunted. 
So again, she will turn, 
To brighten the skies. 
Wherever she wants, 
The rays will fly. 
 
If I had my own sky, 
Maybe she would turn, 
And maybe together, 
In two skies, our glows would burn. 
But to light up my sky, 
Instills such a fear, 
That again an explosion, 
Will always be near. 
 
To light up my sky, 
Brings fear into me. 
Because, maybe that light, 
She will see. 
And all the glow, 
I send with so much love, 
Will be blocked by the walls, 
My explosion recklessly dug.

So as she turns. 
A dimming nod I’ll share. 
I’ll refuse to brighten. 
So it is she that I don’t scare. 
But I hope in her sky, 
There’s always one spot, 
Where the sky will stay dark, 
Until she lets me make it not. 
 
When I can shine, 
Just a little her way, 
And it radiates her glow, 
Into heavenly rays, 
And into her darkness, 
Our lights blend in one night, 
And share the most beautiful, 
Darkest of nights.