Remember to watch the moon
My mother strokes my hair, whispering this in my ear
A sweet nothing that never changed who I was
The day my mother forgot her own words
She forgot to watch the moon
She forgot to watch the road
She was too busy watching me
Me being the beautiful child she always saw but I never noticed
The day my mother forgot to watch the road was the first day I ever considered her words
Remember to watch the moon
I stared at the moon so hard
I didn't blink once
I didn't blink
I didn't blink
Remember to watch the moon
My dead mother no longer whispers in my ear
This sweet nothing that still doesn't make sense to me
If I watch the moon then I won't watch the road
But even she wasn't looking at the moon that lonely night
She was staring at me
I guess I'm her moon
But I don't want to be her moon if I only caused pain to the rest of my family
I don't want to be the moon
I don't want to
I never did
But my mother always saw me as her moon
I shouldn't be called a moon
This is all the moons fault
My mother strokes my hair, and whispers a sweet nothing in my ear
Remember to watch the moon
But I can't see the moon, mother
Not through my blurry tears
That should be caused by looking at the sun for too long
But really it was caused by looking at the moon too long
Too long
I'm sorry mother
But I will not be watching that moon of yours
Because that moon will be too busy watching for you.
I can't really relate to this one, I just thought of it and thought it would make a good poem
