The Eclipse 

She was my best friend, a person to call my own

Memorable sleepovers — yearning for 

How our futures would turn out, staying up until we heard —

The rooster's loud crow, we shared clothes, 

Where the cloth was always so smooth and shallow 

It felt our souls were joined as one, connecting us. 

Now it feels coarse and rigid, my soul is shattered.

Her´s was not affected at all, deception at its finest

The warmth and comfort of her hugs fueled the sorrow of my cries

The blinding feeling of our friendship, did it mean nothing?  —

Am I just as disposable as her past friends? Was everything a lie?

I thought she cared more, I thought I was different.

She was like the moon, I was the sun

So beautiful to each their own, never—

Meant to be seen together, never meant to overlap

Each other, and when they finally did, it was blinding