The moon reaches out his hands and makes shadows on our hill through the trees.
You told me you don't like how you look this time of year, and I laughed because every time you smile I try to capture the moons glare off your teeth in my mason jar like fireflies.
I fill our glasses with Juice because you're still recovering and I know how wine is your weakness. We lay on a sheet talking about how we were never suppose to be together. You always said you love coming here because the sounds of outside are a distraction to your sounds inside. I place my hand on your back and you rest your head on my shoulder. Thank you. You look at me confused, thank you so much. You ask me to stop and say that I am the reason you can still smile since your parents passed and that you wouldn't wake up if I wasn't here. I kiss you and smile. And you cry because you think that I couldn't need you like you need me. I hold you. You ask me why my heart is beating so fast and I tell you that I'm dead inside too but I fight to be strong because I need you to need me. My insides hurt too. My heart play songs that I can't hear anymore without crying and doesn't stop when I can't breathe. So I try holding my breath to stop my heart from hurting me, but when I hold you my heart goes crazy. Like I am overdosing on hurting myself and you jam an adrenaline needle into my heart everytime I touch you. Saving me from taking the only thing you had left in your life. So thank you for being alive. Lightining bugs jump out from the grass dancing out of sight and I smile. We are misfits in our own right and I love how different we are.