We’re Day and Night,
he’s a bright Sunshine,
and I’m, well, Nocturnal.
He loves the Morning rays,
while I adore the Evening breeze.
He likes wandering his mind above the lumpy white clouds,
as I get lost on the mesmerizing 
cluster of stars on the dark void.
He is simple,
while I’m complex.
He’s stable,
I’m toxic,
but I was attracted to him.
I became lovesick and started following where he left.
Even in the sky, I did so.
Even before everything began.
When he, the day, comes;
I, the night, follows.
I know it’s literally impossible for us to be as one.
I know I wandered in a wrong story,
in a wrong time,
in a wrong page,
I can’t help but commit the same mistakes of falling in love with his everything:
his bright smiles,
his luminous laugh,
his hot poise,
and most of all,
his warm heart.
He sets me off in every way possible.
He brings light to my dark universe.
He melts my stone cold personality,
and he heats my warmness-deprived heart.
I loved him even though it hurts to see him shed a light on someone else but me.
I don’t want to think it’s unrequited; 
I also don’t want to believe in false hopes.
I want to make myself believe that he also notices me.
That he cares. 
That when I’m tired, for the whole night of putting people in sweet slumber, 
he would instantly take my place and wake people up for he knows, I’ve done my part for the day. 
There’s many more things that I can tell everyone about him, but time also costs a dime,
like he is for me.
Nevertheless,
I would forever still be wishing, that someday a phenomenon can happen,
when light and darkness collides,
where everyone can witness us becoming one,
where two hearts of complete opposite poles meet one another,
where two different people feel each other’s love.
Thus, me and him.
I wish, someday…