It’s 2 am, I am still awake
Because you’re still online.
I really should be sleeping now,
But what if you decide to write me?

I keep on checking on my phone,
I look at screen once every 20 seconds.
I count them up, each in my head
And get excited after 20th.

One, two, three, four, five, six…

I think it is on silent mode,
There's a chance, I have received a message.
I check my phone - it’s not.
You haven’t wrote, you’re still online…

One, two, three, four, five, six… I am fine.

You describe yourself
And I can't help but notice
You have no idea who you are

My bed is a boat,
My tears a salty ocean,
Keeping me afloat.

I hate when people go along and try to write romantically about others. They might say "I looked at her like I looked at the sun", but I think that this is just so ignorant. Do they really mean to say that they squint angrily at her?

Why don't they, instead, talk about her as if she shares characteristics with the moon?

Describe the way she shines, making her light from the rays that shine on her from others. She thrives off of kind words and gentle encouragement. She takes those seemingly random ideas and opportunities and reflects and uses them to make something all her own.
She goes through phases. She may seem like she's not even there at times, but all you have to do is wait. Wait for that exact moment when everything falls into place, and she finally shows herself (it is always worth it to wait for the exact moment: when she is ready)
She is so far away, but she affects so many people. She raises the tides to help all who feel like they're lost at sea.
She shines the brightest when the situation is trying her, spreading her patience thin, and darkness seems to consume her.
She has been here through it all.
Even though many different people see her many different ways, few know what she looks like up close.

Luna, you are incredibly unique. I love you.

Love scares me.
I like the type of things that are concrete,
like the ocean.
Something you could point to
and know what it was.

But you can’t touch love.
You can’t hold onto it
and make sure it never changes.

I feel the pain in my lower back,
from the low blows life throws.
I am so afraid to speak to the people in my life,
because

it took me four months just to finish this,
and I don't even like it.

That is what failure feels like.