Belladonna

Misery, I miss it, Like sun misses the moon so far. A whisper in hollow, Where hurt was home. I’m healing now, or so I say, In days that come and go away. I wear this calm like borrowed mask, Like shifted shape and tattered heart. I’m at peace — I guess. Soft, polite, and far too still. But ohh, the Chaos — it used to sing, And I — I used to feel. I miss the bruises I called mine, The echoed screams behind my eyes. They held me close, they knew my name, In ways this Silence could never compare. Perhaps I wore the ache too long, Stitched the sorrow deep along. Now joy feels foreign, love feels light, And I miss the part that used to fright. So here I stand — half whole, half gone, Torn between the dusk and dawn, Craving for what once tore me apart, Aching for ache that named my heart.

You're different—not in the feared kind of way, But in how the sky paints a softer day. A rare kind of glow that quietly stays, In the most beautiful, wordless way. I know you're human, still learning to be, You trip, you ache, yet grow like a tree. Mistakes don't scare you—they set you free, And not everyone learns, you see. Perfection's a myth, a tale we outgrow, But the effort you give? It endlessly shows. That spark in your spirit, steady and slow, Is the part of you I love the most. You are who you are—flawed, true, becoming, Your heart is soft, wild, always humming. And I love you for all that's still coming, All that you are, and all you're becoming.

All I write is a flame of pain, Where poisons pulse and twist my brain. I beg of you—please, stay away From the mess I’ve made, my grand façade. You’re a star, while I’m night-gale dark, My love’s a wine—you dive in deep. And now you're here, already within, Let me give you all that’s steady beneath my sin. So take this heart, though stitched and torn, A sacred flame forever sworn. I’ll burn for you, both bright and true— Even if it ruins me to.