You used my youth and twisted my mind
From in your arms to in your hands
The terror flavor turns bland
The moon is broken and you are blind
Is where you drift in rest too kind?
I kept your body at the shore
Afraid you won’t return anymore
The moon is broken and you are blind
In the emptiness what do you find?
Has your reality shifted any
Or do your dreams still come aplenty
The moon is broken and you are blind
Could you save me in a bind?
Or was I always meant for you
To tell you that you mattered too
The moon is broken and you are blind
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18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir
Non-FictionPoems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3
