I am pulled out of the party
by my own self-preservation
half-sober mess
wanting a little bit of space
in this travelers' town
I wander the moonlit path of this unfamiliar place
barely lit sidewalk bleeding into waterway
aqueous reflection of a familiar face
pulling me in like the tides
I see the Moon
Tonight, She is half-full of Herself
Forever living in phases
As I do
There are so many versions of me
I have not allowed myself to become
for fear of showing off too much
or not enough
What is so glorious about giving up all of yourself anyway?
I look at the Moon
My only comfort here
She has known me my entire life.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
I am pulled out of the party
by my own self-preservation
half-sober mess
wanting a little bit of space
in this travelers' town
I wander the moonlit path of this unfamiliar place
barely lit sidewalk bleeding into waterway
aqueous reflection of a familiar face
pulling me in like the tides
I see the Moon
Tonight, She is half-full of Herself
Forever living in phases
As I do
There are so many versions of me
I have not allowed myself to become
for fear of showing off too much
or not enough
What is so glorious about giving up all of yourself anyway?
I look at the Moon
My only comfort here
She has known me my entire life.
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