You, you remind me of the moon.

You come around full, full of new hope and new beginnings.

Then you spend the rest of the month disappearing.

It’s a cycle.

A bit like the rotation of the earth,

You never stop coming around.

Like day and night.

You called me your blue sky,

Well maybe you’re my night sky.

It is easy to get lost in your dark.

Your dark eyes, your dark intentions.

I trip and stumble because I can’t see without light.

Stumbling leaves bruises, bruises on my heart, aching wounds on my insides.

Is this what you have really become without me?

After I stopped being your clear skies and daylight?

Are you really just something dark and empty,

All of your stars and promises covered by the clouds of us?

Can I hold you close?

Creating a swirl of all that we are.

Tumbling bodies of light and dark.

Twisting and turning until we are left with starry nights and blue skies.

Can we stop time?

Keep the full moon from leaving me this time.

Keep it here so I can sort out my insides.

I am tired of this storm that has become who I am.

I miss being blue skies and I miss you…