Thoughts as dark as night.
Behold a black moon.
The end of love and light.
As cold as Neptune.
Let’s all be alone.
As alone as darkness.
Darkness precedes light.
That’s something taboo.
Relationships are tiring.
I’m tired… As tired as light.
Tired from trailing darkness.
You know you never loved me.
You played me and used black magic.
That was the death of my heart.
We are the same you and I.
I’ve no conscience either.
Melo Mokhosi is a 22-year-old journalism student and poet from Pretoria.