The moon seemed to be bleeding today
Or was it my heart?
I despise how your icey brown eyes could stare at mine for a mere second and I could feel nylons wrapped around me, trapping.
How you could use 18 letters 7 vowels of mind
And each of them felt like a dagger on my skin
I loathe how my world seems to revolve around you while I seem like an unnoticed asteroid falling apart.
The moon seems to be naked, vulnerable and disturbingly gorgeous tonight,
Seeking her validation illuminating her brightest
which is not even her to begin with.
But she stands, holding her head high, showcasing her celestial body.
