City inside me

You built this city inside my ribs.

Were it was once all black inside.

You gave me a desire, a longing or hoping for.

You became my moon, the light in the darkness.

Inspirationally meaningful, answers of hope and security.

But desire has another meaning, as i soon found out. Archaic as it maybe.

"to feel the loss of"

I had yet to experience you. And now that you are gone i lost a chance of having hope of experiencing what others were.

A life free of self-hate and fear.

Yet i sit here empty, my moon gone, my ribs are now a barren empty black.

Misery is now my friend, now i understand desire, in a new light. With grief and woe.