My favorite thing at night,
Is when my room is lit by moonlight.
On nights when I'm by myself,
And he's having fun with someone else.
"I can't ruin his fun"
"I can't speak to anyone"
Curled up alone,
My face bunched up,
I'm losing control.
Tears streaming down the sides of my face.
Through the window,
The moonlight peaks through.
It says to me,
"It's tough, I know.
But clear your head,
Get rid of the monsters.
It's time for bed,
I've always been right beside you. "
I can feel the moonlight wipe my tears away,
I can feel the coolness of its rays.
I fall asleep,
Never saying a word to him,
And realizing,
The moonlight might be my only friend.
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