u/oceaninbetween

The difference between the moon and the sun
is simple.

The sun shines bright,
for all to see.

The moon shines
for those who
need light in the dark.

I question if that’s why
I’ve always been drawn to it.

Not that
I don’t love the sun,

but because there is
something beautiful
about a light
that stays
when everything else
goes dark.

It doesn’t chase
the darkness away.

It simply reminds us
that we’re not alone in it.

Not everyone is supposed
to be the sun.

Sometimes
we’re supposed to be the moon—
to shine a little
for someone
who can’t find
their own light in the dark.

To stay
when they need
something to hold onto.

Because we all need
a little light sometimes.

And sometimes,
we get to be it.

I read that the moon and the sun
Were lovers

Kept separate
Divided by distance

Until the eclipse
In that brief moment

They embrace
They become one

Star crossed lovers
How I long for an eclipse

Hey you
Yeah you

Everything is going to be okay.
Do you know how I know?

Every time things have been bad before,
When you’ve wanted the world to swallow you up,
When the devil sent all his servants to take your soul,
You battled.

You survived.
You came back better.
Stronger.

You are the angel that would slay any beast.
You are beautiful.
You are strong.
You are intelligent.
You are kind.
You are a god amongst the living.

I hope one day you see yourself through my eyes, the way I always see you.
Someone easy to love
Someone who brings light into peoples lives
Someone so rare and special
I hope you realise how much you matter, even on the days you question it.

So I know everything is going to be okay,
No matter the outcome.
You are going to make it.
Everything will work its way out.
You don’t have to be worried.
You don’t have to be stressed.

I know that’s easier said than done,
And I know you can’t just switch those feelings off.
But what’s worrying going to do?
How’s it going to help?

You can’t always choose how you feel,
But you can choose to believe that everything will work itself out.

Go easy on yourself.

Believe that it will.
Believe in you.

Being the sun,
For someone’s day

Will make them weep,
Tears of joy. ☮️

You broke the veil.
It's shattered on the floor,
lying at my feet,
sparking in the moonlight.

I worship it
like a siren in the abyss.

There's a beauty
to the way it glistens
small fragments,
like diamonds.

It becomes an altar
for me to come back to,
to hunt for every edge—
a jigsaw for my mind.

I try to leave objects
as tokens of appreciation.

Please accept my offerings.

For now,
just a pomegranate.

Let's see
what the future holds...

Across the ocean,

beneath a different sky,

my heart found someone
who felt oh so familiar.

Someone my heart recognised instantly,

as if it had been waiting
for a name it had known before.

I don't know if souls
are created together
before they even arrive on this plane,

but I do know that some people enter our lives
like a memory—
one not yet lived.

And that was what I found in you.

You were miles away,

but somehow closer
than the ones who stood beside me.

You became the constant, quiet thought
throughout my days,

the smile behind my screen,

the little piece of peace
I didn't know my heart was searching for.

But the universe was not so kind.

It gave us more than just distance to cross.

It gave us lives that had already taken root.

Children who needed our presence.

Roots that couldn't be disturbed.

Promises that had been made
before we ever crossed paths.

So I became the one who left.

Not because it was what I wanted,

but because I had to—for both of us.

That is the part
that is so difficult to understand.

That saying goodbye
was not because of a lack of love.

Sometimes it is just love
wearing the heaviest of cosplay.

I didn't leave
because you didn’t mean anything to me.

I left
because you meant far too much
to ask you to lose everything.

Still,

there are nights
when I look into the night sky
and wonder
if somewhere
there is a place
where the timing would kinder,

where oceans are smaller,

where two souls could meet
without having to choose
between love
and the lives they had already built.

Maybe we were never meant
to hold each other's hands.

Maybe we were meant
to remind each other
that our hearts can still awaken.

That we are not beyond love.

That even across impossible distance,
two souls can recognise one another,

even in the dark.

Maybe that is enough.

Because some connections
should not be measured
by how long they stay.

Some are measured
by how deeply
they can change a person.

You are still the soul
my heart searches for.

Not because it is lost,

but because, once,

in our universe of billions of other souls,

mine found a light
that felt strangely like it was home.

I've felt your absence
with the same intensity
with which I fell in love with you.

What spell have you cast over me?

Each evening, I find you in my dreams.

It's beautiful there.

A kaleidoscope of colours
radiates from our embrace.

The sun beats down on our shared sky
while we entwine upon warm sand,
our children laughing as they play in the sea.

Unlike life,
where the sun kisses your skin
while my moon shines on mine,
and the silence is filled only by absence.

Our paths will cross again.

If not in this lifetime,
then surely in the next.

Until then, know this:

You are a divine creature.

You have imprinted yourself upon my soul.

Your name is tattooed on my heart.

When death finally graces me
with their presence,
I will say,

"I have been waiting for you."

When he asks me,

"Is there anything you wished for?"

I will tell him that it was never much.
Just a quieter mind.
A softer place to rest.
A life where I didn't have to keep
proving I belonged.
That I was accepted.
And that I could have been happy.

He will ask why I grew so tired.
I will tell him:

I wasn't broken all at once.
It wasn't one moment.
Life slowly took pieces of me
until survival became natural—
a welcomed friend.

If he is to ask me what I'm leaving behind,
I will tell him:

Just echoes of every version
of me I tried to be.
Because in my life,
I tried to be whole,
and a quiet hope that somewhere along the way,
I was ever enough.

I don't know

what you were supposed to be
in my story.

I don't know

if you were ever supposed
to be in it at all.

But the pages with you in them

were the ones
that kept me reading.

Maybe we were

one of the universe's accidents—
an unexpected meeting
never meant to happen.

Maybe the universe looked down,
whispered,

"Oops... that wasn't supposed to happen,"

and tore you
from my book.

Maybe it was right.

But no matter
how the story ends,

you will always remain

my fondest chapter.

It’s said that we will have three loves in our lives

I never knew how the third would find me

But it did in you

In an unexpected way

The third hit me the hardest

The one that will never go away

Following me everywhere I go

Like a ghost

I welcome its presence like a lost friend

But it has nowhere to go

But everywhere to go

It consumes every fibre of me

My new companion

This all consuming love for you

I see you in strangers

In clouds

In the beauty of the sky

Little things remind me of you

Simple things hit me like a bullet and there you are

Still this love is now a part of me forever more

I will always be yours

I like to believe that I came into your life to show you a love that you never had, but one you truly deserved. The unfortunate thing was that I also showed you the disappointment and pain that you should never have experienced.

I know you are truly going through it right now, but I’m still here, cheering from the sidelines. This week is going to be tough, but I believe in you — in your strength and your resilience. The truth will prevail. The truth will silence the whispers.

I am sending you all my energy, my strength, and my love to carry you through this journey, for you to rise like a phoenix from these ashes.

Now, even though the universe has reduced your circle — people you once thought of as friends — believe that it is because the universe heard conversations that you didn’t. The people who have stayed already know your truth, and that in itself speaks volumes.

I believe in you,
in your strength,
your beauty,
you as a person,
as a mother,
as a friend.
You are beautiful inside and out,
someone who has given more than they have ever received,
a divine creature sent from the heavens.

I’m still here, not in the capacity I once was, but you will still have a piece of my heart for as long as it beats.

When someone asks me what the hardest thing I’ve done in my life is, I can easily say: I had to walk away from someone I still loved with the whole of my heart.

But never forget this:
You matter.
I know you matter.
Because you matter to me.

You make me
the proudest father.

To see you grow.

To watch you mature
into a wonderful woman.

Sometimes
it's like looking in a mirror.

Seeing
a little version of me—
if I'd been born a girl.

I hope life
is kinder to you.

I hope
you are happier than me.

I hope
every dream you have
comes true.

I'm sorry
if my troubled brain
passed its torch to you.

I never wanted you
to be sad like me.

To never want
to finish things...
like I do sometimes.

You are
the thing
that keeps me going.

The most special person
on this planet.

You are
the world to me.

I love you
with every fibre
of me.

If you're in pain,
I'll take it.

If you're upset,
please come to me.

If someone hurts you,
give me their address.

That's when
the wolf comes out
to protect his pack.

But always remember...

I love you.

My special daughter.

—The proudest father

The tears come
when they choose.

Some call it healing.

Some call it pain.

I call it love
with nowhere else to go.

A shared grief,
never mine alone.

I don't resist it.

But these tears are mine.

Because you mattered.

Because you matter still.

You will always have
a place in my heart—

my fondest chapter.

I miss you
and know I have no right to.

I love you
and have no right to.

I wanted to love you
out of the darkness,

but it ended up
pulling me under instead.

I wish you could see
what I see.

Someone beautiful.

Someone who never deserved
the pain they have to face.

Becoming who you need to be
can hurt just as much

as leaving behind
who you used to be.

But evolving is something
we now have to face on our own.

Once, side by side,
we had each other's back.

I still do,

in a way.

But now
we are strangers again.

A new emptiness
fills the old void.

Leaving you without contact
is my way of bringing you less pain,

but the wound runs deep—
a death
by a thousand cuts.

That's where

death before dishonour

screams so loud.

I can't leave,
no matter how hard I try.

I can't leave
the memory

of what was once
my everything.

Do you feel the loss too?

The ghost in the corner
of the room.

When life becomes quiet,

this is when my ghost
is the noisiest.

I thought healing
had finally started to come over me.

Then something broke again.

My emotions run wild,

like the passion
I had for you.

I suppose

it simply has nowhere to go.

I only want good things for you.

For the pain to stop.

For the sun to shine on you.

For every wish
to come true.

I always will.

My princess ghost.

Carrying love that has nowhere to go,
I ask for it to be taken away.

I'm bleeding, falling.
Who will save me now—
save me from myself?

The darkness has swallowed the light,
yet the room is still filled with love
that refuses to leave.

A death of a stranger
still haunts me—
her ghost moving through everything I touch.

These chains are heavy,
but they are mine to feel.

I want to meet the architect
who built this prison.

But I understand now—
he stares right back at me through the mirror.

Am I now a murderer?

Something beautiful died in my hands.

Not every addiction looks like a substance,
but you were mine.

Obsession is a strong word—
but your ghost disagrees.

I’m sorry, I will carry this love forever.

If God is a woman, I think I know her name
I've broken the veil, I hear her footsteps lingering
She gave her life for others
She carried burdens few could see, yet still made room for love
Her pain, her body, her soul, her love
She is intrinsically beautiful
Her memory still flows through me, close to my heart
She is all-consuming, gracing all with her presence

Let her body rest in the garden of Eden, the garden will know her name

While her name echoes through my body and soul
She is the closest thing to grace I have ever known

But she is the one I can’t go back to

God is a woman, and I definitely know her name

Some would say she's just a woman,

I would say she's the sun rising,

The brightest star in the sky,

The fragrance of a blossoming tree,

The waves that find the shore,

The rain on a hot day,

The thunder in a storm.

But still I could not find the best words
To describe a divine creature like her.

She is the strength in a warrior,

She is the kindness of a best friend,

She is the tenderness of a mother.

To me she is not just a woman.

She was the reason ordinary days felt touched by something sacred.

On my knees at your altar,

in the heart of the garden of Eden,

lost in a memory of what never was.

The most beautiful rose, adorned with thorns,

a vision and semblance of true beauty.

I want to feel the elegance of bright red petals against my skin,

not afraid of the flower’s natural protection.

Scars are a welcome treasure

to remember the moment.

A kiss from a rose, as tender as it can be.

I will hold those scars fondly, forever;

they are all I can take from that graceful moment—

a fondness that refuses to fade,

A love like no other

I look for you in the silence

And can’t find you

I look for peace in the silence

And can’t find it

I listen for silence

But there is so much noise

There is pain in the silence

I feel it all consuming

But silence doesn’t have to mean darkness

Sometimes silence can be light, like a star

It can be joy

It can be wonderful

A moment

A time to absorb- Everything that surrounds you

Silence doesn’t lie

I look forward to the silence to come for me one day