After you left, I became nocturnal, only allowing my secrets and emotions to be shared with the moon. And as I sit in my broken chair at my broken desk in the middle of the night, I wonder just how broken you actually left me.
I'm sorry that I keep writing to you in poetry like you weren't already impossible enough. Love shouldn't feel like walking on glass. Arrange all my broken pieces into a stained glass window. I want you to fall in love with my colours. Go ahead hang me up in your kitchen with paintings your mother loved, I'm looking for a home. I'm sorry that I thought I found it in your eyes but I have a habit of falling asleep there every night. Next time I'll reserve 2am for sleeping. If your heart feels like an inn, I suggest you buy a smaller house. It's all uphill from here. This attic doesn't carry bits of you in closets. I'm learning how to close doors. My lungs are dusty from not screaming your name. At night I breathe in constellations and share secrets with the moon so these days your name rarely gets caught in my mouth. Here's to letting go and finally seeing sunlight. This is the first day I haven't woken up and checked my skin for your presence. People like you, they get caught in my veins. I'm sticking you to poetry, I'm hoping one day, this is the only place you'll stay.
-mavaline
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Secrets with the Moon || keaton stromberg
FanfictionAfter you left, I became nocturnal, only allowing my secrets and emotions to be shared with the moon. And as I sit in my broken chair at my broken desk in the middle of the night, I wonder just how broken you left me.
