Darkness

When I was little I was afraid of like dark, like many other children. Truth is I wasn’t so much afraid of the darkness as I was of what might be contained within that darkness and the many possible horrors hidden in every shadow. When going to bed I would quickly close my curtains without looking outside to prevent me from seeing a nightmare that may or not have been there. When I grew up I was still afraid of the dark I just learned how to hide it. Instead of leaving my bedroom door open to let the light from the corridor into my room I kept my phone light on. I believed would always stay this way. Then I met you. You loved the dark. You thrived in the dark. I wanted you to like me so i started looking at the darkness and saw everything you did. I saw all the beauty and mystery and became comfortable surrounded by darkness. A part of me was still afraid of the dark. A part that mad me feel like any minute I could slip and and get swallowed by the darkness. And I did. I fell deep into your eyes, the darkest of the dark and I have yet to escape from the hold they have on me.