Midnight

I am not your sun, I can't brighten your day for a more vivid light already exists in your room. I am not your star, you never look for me to decorate your night for fancy lamps have been showering your space. When the moon is alone hovering on the sky, you come to me dancing while luring with lies. Then to be fair, I seduce you with my dark magic with an intention to change you becoming somebody you never knew you could turn to be. Who to blame? Me? You? Us? Which one is worse, to have your soul but your body hugging someone there or to own your body with your soul running somewhere else? I don't know, I just feel lonely. Do I deserve to claim the whole you? This is a fiction written in the midnight.