Lunar
two years felt like a decade,
I hadn't taken in the complexities
of the ominous moon. yet when
night became day, revelations occurred
tearing my tissue to desolation.
isolation was what I'd felt first,
then came guilt, who clings to me
like a newborn baby to its mother.
I nurture my guilt, like my ignorance for the moon.
I anxiously waited for a solar eclipse,
maybe it would make things work.
yet the second I saw the luminous moon,
she beamed back with nonchalance.
I realise that night and day do not mix
sometimes I wonder if it wasn't
meant to happen. i will always take
the hit, blinded by the mist.
the sun who loved the moon.
the moon. the sar. the march you left
or was it the month we hit the
breaking point, touchdown.
we crashed. down from our highs
the heights. the nights. the moon.
- -km
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Randomdon't ya wish your rant books were hot like me (Not hot so you kinda get it) • • • -in which a moody teenager releases her emotions like Tom Riddle Jr did but with less evil-
