trace the edges of a crumbling half moon as it dips into the crevices of a darkened sky and watch as the heartache in the air bleeds onto your velvet fingertips. if you look closely enough, you might find the pieces of your pained heart on the broken part of the moon, its corpse cold and blue and rotting into the bitter haze of what was, and what will never be.
you ask me why you feel so empty in the midst of a city lined with enemy blood and sleepless city lights and people draped in jewels and red wine and gold. i stay silent because my words have long since dug holes the size of defeat and climbed inside them, only to fall asleep without ever waking up again.
and what peace can i offer you, my beloved?
there is nothing i can say; in the darkness i sink my teeth into, i see my faults glistening on the empty side of the moon long after the night fades away.
a/n: as a side note, every one of you should listen to "half moon" by dean (above), the song which inspired this poem. because of it, i have found that half moons are the perfect, although rather bittersweet, metaphors for emptiness, as well as a feeling that sometimes darkness seems as if it will never leave your side.
