I have forgotten what love is. I loved too long and tried too hard to forget. She is gone and love echoes in my ears, mocking me. Love used to mean long walks by the beach. She was the moon and I was the tide. She pulled me along night and day, a force of nature I could never resist. Under her power, I stripped off my layers. I revealed the hidden treasures on my shore. I thought she would cherish my nakedness. I wanted her to embrace me with silvery light. But she turned her back and instead darkness covered my body. The shells and cones became relics of the past. I sacrificed them freely, secrets once alive and moving, from the ocean of my heart. Now they laid forgotten on dark sand. A dull pearl. A tarnished opal. Dead things. They still wash up in my mind sometimes. A reflection of my depths, of my hollow, empty heart. I should be angry at her but I am too tired. I felt everything. Now I feel nothing.
― You were the Moon of my life (By Scrippler)