I am no one’s true love, though I am the love of many.
The many are my true love, but my heart beats on deafened ears.
I have no other half; no puzzle piece fits into me.
This is a blessing; the night has always been mine.
This is a curse, there is no bridge to cross.
I dance unseen, my audience the countless stars in the sky.
The cold snow is my bed of flowers, my forever after.
- Quiet-Emerald