I can watch hundreds of sunsets
Feeling a glimpse of happiness.
But once the moon is shining down
I'm vulnerable.
I tell her about my pain
My sorrow.
I tell her of you.
And my plans tomorrow.
The moon knows the real me.
The me no one else sees
Or seems to see.
I'm endlessly creating myself
The moon can see.
She sees my tears,
My bruises,
My scars,
My sadness.
My greatest weakness.
You see I bottle it all up
But shake me and I'll pop.
Spilling my river of tears,
My fears,
My lies,
Spilling until I shut myself down again when the sun comes back up.
My vulnerability now gone
I'll hide the evidence of that night.
I'll be stone,
Hard to touch,
Living a lie.
But you'll never know because I live this lie so well you may think you know me.
But you never will.
Only the moon sees,
She sees the being I'm trying to create in this endless cycle of sadness and heartache that I can no longer escape.
I'm trying.
But the moon sees,
I'm drowning.
~ Alexis Celine 💚
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