Words to my soul

The Moon

At night, when there is no shadow to see you alive, you sit in a dark corner and cry a river while blood drips out from your wrists, the moon tells me. Something inside me breaks when you are in pain. My heart gives up at the thought of a piece of metal, piercing through your soft , fragile skin. The pain, oh it makes you forget about your worries, but I'm just afraid to loose you, I envy the blades for being the one to take away your pain and not me, I hate them. But they are your precious, they take away all those hurtful memories that flow through your veins, and the only way to let it out you think is slit them open. I don't know how it feels to be crushed under a world where no one welcomes you with open  arms and hold you down when you fall. You tell me your secrets and believe me to understand, you say you have no one to share your soul and I wonder if I exist. I can't change the past and if I could, I'll still be unsure to meet you in the future, I haven't seen the future and the pressure of uncertainty and  separation makes me pull my hair. Out of this stupidity of mine I am loosing the present where we still walk together never letting go. The words that spilled out of my mouth were a  grotesque image of my fears, but just those three words that you whisper through your tender lips they add courage to my breaking heart. I have tried many times, you weren't wrong about it, but even after convincing myself a thousand times, I can't let go away of you. You are my moon, it's not perfect either, it has got some dark spots , so do you but the moonlight it sheds is far more calming then any pleasure heavens can offer, in the darkness of a hollow night you fill me with the sense of relief, there are a thousand reasons to give you up, a million to say goodbye, but the only reason to stay with you stops me everytime. I have no heart to loose it away.