There was a man filled with youth
And sparked by love
For a lovely lass down the way
Every morn he would greet her
To receive an arrogant smirk
He was a man of few possessions
She was a materialistic princess
Her head was filled with things
Not thoughts
One evening while strolling through the park
The man watched his coveted lass sob
She glanced skyward and pleaded
"I've everything else in this world
But a man and the moon,
Please fulfill my wish"
The man went to the edge of the town
Lumber and hammer in tow
To build a house using only the
Few beams and the moon
He built a frame and slowly coerced
The moon from the sky
Lies poured from his beestung lips like honey
Enticing la lune from the heavens
He fabricated earthly felicities
And the moon began to believe
A celestial being had no place reflecting
Or preventing what simply must be
After building his house with moon and wood
He was a much older age
But never did he lose his sight of the lass
Who fired well with time weathering
He showed her the clump of moon shine in a jar
And asked for her hand in marriage
On the eve of their wedding
The sun blazed and flared
For the sky was empty at night now
The sun missed its companion
And struck down the lass
Then set and allowed the man contemplation
He rocked in the moon rocker made for his
Late bride to be
And stayed there till the morning sun
Used rays like bullets from a gun
To strike the man to death to
Before the building of the house
The moon was craterless
The sun was hot though and burned his dear friend
Embedding her with the face of her destroyer
This is the story of the
Man in the moon

On my side of the bed
Is a broken picture frame
From when I got a little too drunk
And you ****** me off
A CD and brand new journal
With a pack of unused pens
Waiting for inspiration
There are articles about the storm
That stole you from me
The sheets are torn and tangled
From many sleepless nights
The lamp with a broken shade
You said had character
And an unopened roll of Smarties
Because maybe
If I can make them pants you'll come back
But worst of all are the jars and jars
Of pennies hiding under the bedframe
For every kiss I wish I could give

To the boy who has my heart, if we were any more real.*

If we were, I’ll surprise you more often. So please don’t get ******* if someone knocks on your door at 1AM while you’re still asleep. That would be me standing on your doorway, cradling a tupperware of leftover pizza and a bunch of rented movies. I’d risk an all-nighter just to be with you.

If we were, I will be your number one fan. I’ll sneak out just to watch your football games. I won’t be ashamed of standing on the bleachers just to cheer for you. I won’t hesitate to chant boo’s against your opponents. It’s going to be worthwhile anyway.

If we were, every second will be golden. Even the little stops we’ll make to get ice cream cones from the store. Even the times we’ll forget to bring an umbrella and we’ll have no choice but walk through the puddles and get ourselves rained on. Every little memory will be an important story.

If we were, we’d go on spontaneous road trips together. We’ll sing to the songs playing nonstop on the radio. We’d go places we’ve been to before, we’d visit places we never knew existed. We’d go everywhere together. We’d go on adventures like our parents didn’t warn us about our curfews.

If we were, you won’t ever have to feel inferior to everyone and everything anymore. For the reason that is, you are the sun. Please don’t forget that. You are the sun aglow when everything else is pitch black.

To the boy who has my heart, you’ve long been the pinnacle of my list.
Nothing’s gonna change that. You are irreplaceable. You are worth every thing, little or big. You deserve to know how amazing you are every day.

Someday, someone will own that beating thing inside of you. She will make you feel flowers growing in the pit of your stomach. She will kindle the fireworks in your blank, inky nights. She will make you feel loved. I want to be that person.

And I’ll tell you, that’s all I ever want to be.

After all, you are the boy etched in my insides.

*The boy who has my heart.