A Poetic New Moon

New Moon

Everything was great,

my life was perfect.

Until a party,

then it was

destroyed.

He left,

taking my heart

and soul

with him.

Creating a hole,

right where my

heart

used to be.

Time passed,

I was numb,

utterly numb.

A endless night,

until a light appeared.

That light healed the

hole,

plugging it up.

I was in my own personal

Dark Ages,

but the light

led me through,

healing me,

or so I thought.

Until he created his own

hole.

I was riddled through

like Swiss cheese.

I became that despised zombie again,

frightening those who still

loved me.

The light came back,

reignited.

Life was better,

not like before,

but better.

I had a visitor,

my old best friend,

she helped me.

The light then shattered my

hold on reality.

I had to become a savior,

to save the person who

owned my heart and

soul.

I was the savior that he needed.

Hope

pulsed through me

when he was with

me.

I tried to squash it,

but my love helped it

grow,

convincing me to

hope.

I learned the

impossible.

He loved me.

An epiphany told me that.

I wanted to be like

him,

he didn't.

A vote

would decide that one decision.

It said I would be like him.

The fairy tale back on,

prince returned,

but what to do with

the extra character.

The light tried to sever ties,

but not completely.

Now I have to choose

between,

Life or Death,

Love or Friendship,

but which is which?