vii. chiaroscuro

sometimes i lose myself.
the night sweeps me off my feet and the light blinds me.
i'm vulnerable and all my pain melts into one. one with my oblivion.
you're always right where i left you. why are you still there?
but i am the moth and you are the flame.
you're possibly the only flame that's ever reached out to my straining
arms. grabbed my hand and stole my heart. all of me.
the light hurts my eyes,
but you are the fire in my darkness.
i am tainted and tattooed with the dark. obscure. dangerous.
but you are the jet black against the painful white of the asylum's walls.
the constant in my existence.
chiaroscuros and broken bones. we shatter and mend as the shadows change.