i spent so long loving the moon
her in all her nightly beauty
her stars glittered her skin
god did i love herbut the moon wasnt perfect
she tried to drown me in her waves
she tried to mask my pain with darkness
and tried to secure my abusers with a coati spent so long loving the moon
that i didn't see the pain
but finally the sun came round
and gave light to my scarsthough the moon wasnt perfect
she taught a lesson
one that ill never forget
but never worry about againi have the sun
his light guides me
the rays he shines
are bright and lovingi have the sun
for his love may waver
clouds arent masks to me
only colder times we can overcomei have the sun
and no more moon
though i miss the nights
the days are warmer
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.