Peterick Oneshots

Talking To The Moon

Patrick POV:

I stare through my bedroom window.

I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away. I want you back, I want you back.

Do you miss me? You left me for her. She called you worthless and ugly and weak, but you kept crawling back to her. I loved you. I love you.

My neighbors think I'm crazy, but they don't understand. You're all I have. You're all I have.

I stay up until three AM sobbing over you. I'm on my knees, begging you to come back even though you can't hear me. I scream out my window sometimes, and I get these dirty looks from everyone. I'm just hoping that if I scream loud enough that you'll pay attention to me. I'm crying for help.

At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself, talking to the moon.

I can't sleep. I write to you everyday in my journal, I talk to you as if you are right across the room from me, not in some large city partying.

Tryin' to get to you. In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too. Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon.

Can you hear me? You didn't leave anything for me. You changed your number, you never left me an address. Please, just tell me what I did wrong.

I'm feeling like I'm famous, the talk of the town. They say I've gone mad, yeah I've gone mad.

I'm addicted to you. You are my drug. You hurt me so much but I keep begging for you. One day you will be the cause of my death, but I will deserve it.

But they don't know what I know, cause when the sun goes down, someone's talking back, yeah they're talking back.

I can hear your voice though. You are apologizing, but it's all in my head. It doesn't matter because it's not real. I don't know what's real and what's not anymore.

At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself, talking to the moon.

I don't know why I can't accept that you never loved me. The only thing I'm sure of is that this pain is unbearable.

Still tryin' to get to you. In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too. Or am I fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?

I'll never get over you. I'm not in control of myself anymore, you are. I gave you my everything and you gave it back, except it was broken. Just like me.

Do you ever hear me calling? Cause every night I'm talking to the moon.

I just need to know why she's better than me. What do you see in her? I'll never know though, will I? Enjoy your new life, but I'll still talk to you through my window every night.

I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away.