A paradox and a half

Daylight breaks illusions, Of the night that was, Of the night that could be. Of the night that was meant to be. I hate daylight. I hate that it changes us, Makes us sane, Leaves you with the liberty to pretend That nothing happened, That emotions are too much drama Uncool, Uncouth. Forgive me, for I live for the nights, The nights the laptop came crashing on the couch I sat on, The nights where emotions ran naked, Fearlessly, Shamelessly. But goddamn you pulled the curtains off The day broke, The night sighed.

Does it pain to know me better now? Now that I'm gone, After you shattered us into bits On my birthday, with a girl I never knew. Look at us, Trying our best to act busy, Ducking each other at concerts, Drawing blank stares from people we once knew. I see you lurking through my insta feeds, Does it pinch to know I'll be more me, Than you'll ever be. Because that night, Among the broken bits of us, Beyond the lies And the pretentious sweet nothings, I found me. And I hope she does too, Before you break her too.