29 APR 2017 AT 23:49

I wonder if the moon knew this all along,
That I was never loved the same amount.
Not even half,
I don't know if I can trust the moon,
Ever again.

I can feel magma coursing through my blood,
in a body of daunting hills and dainty valleys,
Ancient ruins are etched deep
on a soul charred by neoteric decieves​,
And yet,
The luminescence of the moon,
Still enlightens the temple of Cupid inside my body,
On some nights.
But I don't​ visit this temple anymore.
And even when I do,
I stand in the archway
to burn memories in front of his alter,
And when the black fumes from the flame go up
To touch the roof,
I wonder if Cupid was never an angel,
But a demon fallen on Earth.
After all,
Love is the most savage monster.
And if it is so,
Who is more evil-
Cupid or the moon?
Or worse,
The man I loved?

~RS

- RS