Moon Witnessed Love

Broken Moon

I met her under that tree.

My heart was racing like

a reinless horse,

climbing up to the mouth,

stopped just in time

by teeth.

I was sweating

feelings for her,

which comforted and skinned

my heart in one blink.

'I love you!'

I knelt before her,

smiling at her dearly.

My eyes shone

brighter than the creek;

and she's standing,

lost in thought.

'I can't.'

the words slipped from

her mouth and down my throat,

like a thorned apple, melted

in my heart;

a slow poison.

'Why?' the moon asked.

'Because,' I stopped my heart,

'she hates me.'

'How?' the stars twinkled bright red.

'I wanted her to stay with me,'

I stared at the chilly creek,

'she felt like a caged bird

that belongs to me alone.'

'Did you try again?' the moon floated closer.

'No,' I shrugged,

'I couldn't try. She's like

Fire that burns desire.

I was once Desire,

but she flamed me alive.

Instead of turning to ashes,

I broke into pieces.'

The moon, the stars, the night:

all fell silent.

'I show you one piece

every night.'