First Fights

Living in the prism of my manifested diamond dreams can sometimes leave one cut by the distorted reflection of me in your eyes mirrored 10,000 times.

This glass cuts us sometimes into pieces to show these shimmering glints of the darkness in me hitting the darkness in you.

Love could possibly only sparkle so bright when it’s set against the blackness that hints at the loneliest point of a long sleepless night.

Not so sad for these pangs caused by a history of not quite healed pains which can interrupt our sighs and draw us hence nigh to one another’s most fearful parts buried in the uncareful corners of living, beating, changing and clanging hearts.

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