sincerely yours

In The Dark

What kind of beauty does a person like me notice?
Took me a while to realize, but the beauty i see is the kind in the dark

The way she looks with the moons light cascading against her skin at 3 am while looking up at me doe eyed

Spilling her heart out about nothing and everything that weighs her down, like an anchor to a boat holding it in place

Everything in the dark tends to come alive compared to when it's dawn

You know, it's never.. I want to know the version of you that you let others see, but who you are in the dark when all the doors are closed and you are alone

I want to know your demons, the ones that come to life the moment everyone is shut out. The ones that scratch and fight their way to be kept alive

I want to know what makes you so vulnerable you feel safe enough to talk about it in the 3am darkness