A walk with the moon...

I watched as the darkness devoured the night

Thinking about that one memory that could make one live

Or make one lose their sanity

I looked at the moon with such remorse in my eyes as he lit up my path

Remembering the first time I ever fell in love and will ever fall in love

Remembering my humiliated heart being throttled by a broken promise from the one I love

Remembering those memories, brought me into a conclusion:

I opened the door to my languished memories

I did this to myself.

It's my fault

It always has been.

“Kiss me under the moonlight”

His nostalgic voice being one of my biggest burden

I wish he had seen how much I cared

I fell into a crevasse of his lacerated love and in the end he was the only one who got out

He left me and his agonized love for me behind.

I learned from him, that it's ok to close those ignorant doors in life

It's ok to even lock them

It’s ok to never look back

It's ok.

I’m ok.

He is and always will be my ignorant door.