The moon provides me comfort in my lonely reality
It gives me something to distract myself with at night
To distract me from my thoughts
It shines so brightly
Yet,
Moon,
Do you feel bright?
Is the back side of you really the front? Are we looking at your fake side? The one who wishes to be sane again?
You watch us all turn off the lights and flaunt in our underwear with music so loud
You can hear it clearly. You want to be able to do that. To feel that.
I'm sorry moon. Im sorry we throw all of lives in your face.
But at the same time, don't you enjoy watching us live the lives we don't want to live?
Do you enjoy watching us gaze up at you while thinking of ways to die?
Moon, you provide me comfort. Id like to do the same for you
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
