Najois

He needed to be loved, and so he was going to get love.

Bright like a sun and dim like a moon, that man could eclipse the stars in their darkest nights.

For him it was the right time, and he would get it. And so he did. But it wasn’t me. Oh no, it wasn’t and it never ought to be me.

“It feels so natural”, he said and held onto those arms that weren’t his. Yet again, they never could be. And they never would. She discovered that otherwise so dapper animal to be a tender and broken man. After all, she knew his story. The women in his life had tortured him because he needed to be tamed. He wanted to be tamed. He didn’t grow bitter, but very determined to show he could be the one instead.

This time he would get it right, yes he would. At least so he thought. But he controlled nothing. He was a far cry from the man he used to be. Powerless and unable to hold the reins, he relinquished all the layers that composed that self. His body surrendered to her. Her, the only thing he couldn’t dominate. Clinging on helplessly to the question he never dare to ask.

That: “Do you love me too”, he just couldn’t get himself to utter. So he mumbled to The Smiths. She knew this song all too well. They sang the same song in their hearts. They did, but at very different times. The heavens however never seemed to catch their frantic plead.

We shared the same sun, we knew we did. And we were each other’s sunshine. But we didn’t share the same moon.