moonlight- a peterick poem

I've been thinking about a high school AU with straight!Patrick and lovesick!Pete, where Pete writes Patrick poems but never sends them. I don't have a specific character in mind for the "she" mentioned- just one of Pete's random girlfriends, perhaps.

The lack of capitals is on purpose. :)

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she told me she thinks the moon is the prettiest thing

i said, "second to you," and she giggled.

it was high-pitched, with the crowded sort of loneliness.

we walked home, glimmering moonlight

i told her it made her eyes shine

but she's nothing special. i've seen you glow in the dark.

she finds it romantic, how the moon watches from so far away

but i think 'romantic'

would be having you in my arms. distance hurts.

the moon is cold and white and round

and it reminds me of the pills i take to sleep

when you aren't here to sing away the monsters.

it's uncaring, indifferent, giving nothing but chilled light

and apparently, so am i- at least, she says so

but her anger is fake. i know she never really liked me.

there's a frame on the moon, the wood of my window

hanging low and scraping the trees

it's two a.m. and i'm a nightmare away from calling you.

you change every time i see you, your own lunar cycle

the dark side creeping shadows onto your skin

and i don't know what to expect, when i'm just your eclipse.

people always said to shoot for the moon, but you're bulletproof

i think i'll stay here, drowning in the dregs of ruined stars

and dreaming of painting my name on your lips.

the moon is thousands of kilometers away

you're only a few miles and a confession

yet somehow, it's farther.

too far.