Eclipse.

But the movies and the books

don’t tell you

that after heartbreak

there’s no closure,

no healing,

no respite

and no escaping

this feeling.

They don’t tell you

that it doesn’t get better,

that he won’t come back,

that all your love

will be reduced to

blotted ink on

a faded love letter.

They don’t tell you

that massive chunks

of your soft heart

die after he leaves;

that the muscle strings

snap and tear and bleed

and don’t mend....

They don’t tell you that

you’ll spend an eternity

carrying the heaviness

of unworthiness and loss around,

and that your only happy memory now

is the glittery soft moonlight

and a cold breeze

bringing white snowflakes

streaming in through the window,

while you slow dance with him

as you both watch the stars fade

and the moonlight disappear.

Even the best romance novels

don’t tell you

that he’s your Sun,

but he’s also your eclipse...

plunging your world

into a darkness

that won’t lift,

into a void

that won’t ever fill up....

But I’ve always loved an eclipse,

and I can only stare, mesmerized

marvel at my own destruction and darkness

and feel grateful to him for

how exquisite it is....

-Love.