Perspective of an Ex
Your brilliance is brilliant like a diamond made from blood.
Your radiance just shines - but at the cost of what?
The attention to detail, you never miss a thing.
I thought it’s what I wanted - my hand - that ring.
I can’t argue with your logic, but that doesn’t mean you’re right
Day after day, fight after fight.
But I get it, it’s what makes you who you are and I don’t want you to change.
Then there’s nights like these - frequency out of range.
You struggle with depression - I know - and that’s ok.
I want to be here for you and make it go away.
With every passing night, the diamond seems a bit duller.
But the brilliance is still there - or is it? I wonder.
It’s been so long now and I can’t see the stone.
All I can see is it’s shell, alone.