Nights like this,
I talk to the stars,
Discussing my life,
And unrequited love.

Nights like this,
I cuddle my pillow,
Pretending its the boy
That I hope to find.

Nights like this,
I crave the summer,
And an apartment,
Hidden in an urban garden.

Nights like this,
I sob endlessly,
Mourning lost things
I  never intended to lose.

Nights like this,
Well, they oft occur
As I am a girl of the moon,
Ruled by her ever changing cycles.

Humanity.
We pride ourselves in
Our sciences
Our technology
Our histories
And our knowledge.

We are born barely knowing
How to communicate
How to eat
How to see
Or how to identify things.

And as time goes on,
We learn basics
And live quite happily
At least for a decade.

But then we are told about
Our sciences
Our technology
Our histories
And our social norms.

But it seems so
That we ignore much of it
And simply absorb social norms
Refusing anything outside of it.

So as we live on
Decade upon decade
Some learn nothing
Some believe they know everything.

As we die, peacefully or not,
Some regret many things
Some wish for more time
And some just don’t care.

Often, as some die,
We die just as stupid
As we were when we were born
And only to our own choice...

A thorn falling for a rose
Nothing short of ridiculous.
But you’re a rose, my dear,
Can you blame me?

Am I stupid to hope?
Stupid to think that
You could love me too?
Even with my outside?

I’m not too sure.
"The worst he could say is no!"
Exactly, my dears.
I don’t think I could take it.

I can’t lose you.
Even as a friend
You’re what I have left
Though you have it all

You can lose me easy.
Plenty to replace me.
Please don’t.
I won’t.

I’ll protect you
You let me enjoy
The comfort of you
And your sweet smell.