The mascot of darkness,
Somehow bright enough to light my path,
When I'm on the brink of utter,
blackness swallowing me.
Desolate and distant,
Yet a mere shift of the eye away,
Always waiting in the sky,
Whether or not I choose to say goodnight.
Tonight the moon looks so full,
Its peak of luminescence,
A shiny beacon mistaken to awaken,
Evil spirits- a wolf, a ghost,
It's only a circle.
But its face winks at me,
As if acknowledging my Insomnia,
Joining me in my empty bed,
Through my blinds cracked, allowing
Streams of light to calm my terror
Thank you moon,
For holding my hand as I cry.
You're like the partner I've never had.
But again, you're not mine.
I can't tie myself to you with a ring
But I will wear your heart in my jewelry-
The creasents dangling from my earlobes
Or your body etched in my cartilage ring,
We all go through cycles,
Yours is just visible in plain sight
For us to judge.
I know it's rough to rise every night,
Knowing your competition warmed
The hearts of billions all day long
But I promise you,
If you won't give up,
I won't either.
♡
