the art of falling

the moon is my lover

tonight i kissed the moon

the sky was so dreamily indigo, so envious of the sun and its beauty

woven out of midnight fabrics and radiant starlight

i sat on the roof on the edge of oblivion ( so close to falling yet so close to flying )

and i reached out with one hand with my heart on my sleeve

you are beautiful

i whispered as moondust coruscated in my irises

why can't i be like you

i heard the sky sigh at my childish fantasies,

the world's very bones shifting under the weight of my sorrows

my child

whispered the moon with lilting luminescence

if you were like me, if everyone was like me, the world would not be interesting

you are you, and you are beautiful already

i sucked in a breath then, my cheeks stained by apricot nectar

and my face tilted up towards the heavens like a prayer 

kiss me 

my words sounded prettier than i felt

and the moon kissed me

with an unfamiliar love

but now i realise that

that is the same love that blooms in me

when i look in the mirror

thank you

i whisper 

you're welcome

whispers back the moon in my chest

where my heart normally lies

LOVE YOURSELF THOTS YEEHAW