Happy Birthday Moonlight!

 

My dear melancholy,

    I guess this is the only place left.

    Happy Birthday! ❤

Yours truly, 

....

Take me back to the night we met!

                         

It is funny how my mind worked around her. Now that I think that I know, I can try to put it into words so that my future self would understand what I felt, not that I will ever forget anything about this but writing it down would keep it alive and freshen the unhealed self-inflicted wounds whenever I stumble upon the idea of melancholy.

  My mind subconsciously created moments with her which I have always dreamt of. She was my high, my low, my drug, my peaks of happiness. She was my melancholy, maybe she wasn't but I made her so. Her human skin always made me realize that she is not the one I have been dreaming about but I took her for my moonlight. I was irrevocably besotted with the idea of her.

 The closer I got the more I found myself drowning in her deep smoky black eyes. I thought I lost myself to her and started living her but all of it was just going to crumble her human self. Even though there were promises to keep the other soul safe, I couldn't keep myself from seeing the exact distinctions between my moonlight and her human skin, it did take me a while to see them but when I did, I had realized what I have done. Her body was missing pieces, I wish it could have been better.

 I still have dreams/nightmares and she is a part of most of them. I can't help but imagine doing extravagant things for her like painting her face on buildings and her realizing that there is only one person who could have done it. I don't know maybe I am a schizo. 

I had all and then the most of you, some and now, none of you!

I see you, I hear you. I will keep you to myself.