Past 

Walking alone through unlit passages 

is something I have become familiar with. 

I am afraid of the beauty of roses 

becuase of the thorns that come with it. 

Cracks 

and scars 

trace my skin.

So many, in fact 

that I cannot tell 

where they end

and where I begin. 

Shadows 

are my companions. 

Self-hatred 

is my sole friend. 

(He is always with me.) 

I am the moon. 

I will always chase after the light of life. 

(But we will never meet.) 

Present

You have tuaght me now 

that I never walk alone. 

And while it is still dark, 

this pure blackness seems less daunting with you by my side. 

I now have 

my cracks 

and scars 

outlined, 

for the world to see.

The thought that I am a glitch, 

still weighs on my chest, 

but,  

I am slowly learning 

that my imperfections 

are an essential part of my human being. 

I enjoy the beauty of roses now. 

Thorns no longer scare me.

(I know now it is merely a part of their beauty.) 

With your help, your love, your smile, 

I will pick my feet up 

hold my head high, 

amd trudge up this mountain, 

your voice by my side. 

I am the moon. 

I will always chase after the light of life. 

(But you are my eclipse.)