Five nights ago, you claimed my dreams.
You took possession of the last thing I really owned.
You invaded my head, and raised your flag,
Planned to stay there for as long as you can.
Four nights ago, I had a cigarette with you.
The quarter moon isn't as beautiful, but it still received compliments.
And we talked about our dreams and goals,
And they all included each other.
Three nights ago, I envied the moon because her light kissed your skin.
The air was chill, and the wind was blowing softly.
I caressed your cold cheeks, and said I loved you.
You kissed me, as if sealing a pact, in front of the moon.
Two nights ago, life was perfect.
But elation never lasts enough.
One night ago, you decided you loved the moon more than me,
Or so I fooled myself, because I couldn't handle the truth.
Tonight, I smoke a cigarette with a bottle of *** beside me.
I sit in a corner, with tears running down my face.
The full moon mockingly illuminates the room,
Because she has you, and I don't.
Tomorrow, I'll kiss the coffin, with what's rest of you inside.
And I know you aren't there anymore, and it's just your mutilated body,
But I want to kiss you one last time, a kiss that'll never end.
A kiss that'll seal a pact, so the moon knows you'll forever be mine.