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I see the moon
And first admire
Its shape and its beauty
Its magnificence
I see the moon
And then I think of you
Your shape and your beauty
Your magnificence
I look at you and I see the moon
I look at the moon and I see you

You are my moonlight
Shining brightly inside of me
Illuminating my bones
As my eyes shine with
A certain feeling
That starts in my stomach
And reaches to every inch
Of my longing and lonesome body

I think of you
The moon
The myriad of universes that exist within you
Poetry
Melody
Warmth
Tenderness
I think of you
You feel safe
Comfortable
I think of you
I think of you
Until I dont feel so lonely
Anymore
The picture frame is slanted
Because every time I tried to make it straight again
I remember the moment
In the photograph
When it was
You and I

Suddenly
I remember all the things
You weren't
In all the things
That were
And I see the start of my
Misery

The clothes are hanging out
In the sun
And i watched as the same light that dried them
Resembled
The spark we once had

But that wasnt the only spot
In the house
The house of flaw and misunderstandings
The house that still echoed "i love you"'s
That you didn't mean

That wasnt the only spot
That reminded me of where it all went wrong
Because upstairs
My blanket is messy
I spent
Night after night
Thinking of when it would cover the both of us again

In the living room
I have gifts left unopened
Because I spent the entire Christmas morning
Thinking
Of what I could give back to you

And even the narrowest corner
In the abandoned attic
My guitar seemed only to have five strings
And I wondered
How
Could something incomplete
Still
Sound so beautiful

But our love
Wasn't like that

I had to remind myself time in
And time out
That bluberries don't start out ripe
There was a time your porcelain teeth
Bit into the plump berry
And it didnt quite taste right
But you kept chewing even with your face
Splattered with the unripe juice

This
Is what it was like
This
Is what we were like

Because our love was a lot like the time
I ran out of acrylic paint
But the watercolors I replaced them with
Made every other picture
Blurry

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