the end
isn’t the end.
well, it is
but only of that story
a means to an end
is only the beginning of the start

why is being a dreamer a bad thing?
what is wrong with imagining yourself in a better place,
in a better life.
at least i can lift my head above all the water
that drowns you daily
at least i have the courage to imagine
where i can be
where i will be
at least my mind has the capacity
to know all that i am possible of.
dreams take up the same space as quadratic equations and iambic pentameter,

so stop being upset
when someone calls you a dreamer
and say, with a smile,
hopefully you can be one, too.

I feel it coming,
the night.

Serenity washes over me,
while the stars make a blanket in the sky.
It's the only time I'm free.

The moon knows me more than any creature on Earth.
My thoughts are at rest.
I can hide from the sun.

The sun amplifies my mistakes,
and laughs at my regrets.
The moon knows no mistakes,
it has no regrets.

I feel more myself in complete darkness
than I ever have in the light of day.

The moon doesn't care if you are alone.
The sun insists upon relationships,
ones that I do not have the energy for.
The moon is my strength.

When the sun finishes its daily routine,
I rejoice.
For I know that I will see my friend again.

I feel it coming,
the night.

you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved you are loved

please don't forget it

Hey
This is me
All naked in front of you

My scars are the battles
I lost many
But I won a few

What do you see?
When you look through me
Or to you, is it all blue?

I have craved your presence,
Like the sky needs the moon,
But do you have the slighest clue?

I've waited so you would say,
"I got you", for you could stay –
But none of it could ever be true

SUN GIRLS: sun-kissed goddesses, some a little darker than others because the sun loves them just a little bit more, writes poetry sitting outside a local coffee shop, always happy all the time, loves the color yellow, wears mom jeans and tucked in t-shirts all the time, is soft and loves love, long hair, mostly in braids or ponytails.

MOON GIRLS: dark circles under their eyes, parties a lot, drinks to forget their heartbreak, red lipstick and black eyeshadow, sleepless nights accompanied by anxiety, owns over 20 different leather jackets, loves adrenaline, risk-taker, a smoker, strong smell of cigarettes and mint gum, smirks a lot, flirty, secretly likes sun girls

he plays my nerves
like piano
tense but pliantly
plucked because
his hands are a rhythm
of skin, warm and
tender and he
tells me me he loves
me with a mouth
like honey as
if he has never
swallowed a graveyard
as if his heart isn't
an empty chasm of
rot and cobweb.