the moon tonight has never been brighter and never will be, so you soak in its almost dim light afraid you'll get a sunburn
do you hear what you are thinking?
the girl inside of me loves to dance with insomnia but her ankles have gotten weak and now insomnia just feels like a never ending cycle, one you may relate to this moon she knows too well.
the tides don't brush against the current in a sweeping motion, they don't pull back the sand and drag you down with it.
even the moon is tired of hearing your cries.
the waves come crashing from the sky but you just feel rain
and how were you able to make the day go away?
are you really restless of has your inner clock changed its mind?
maybe this girl inside of me stares at the stars like they're gods eyes because she has no one else to turn to.  
would it **** you, or better yet, would you wake up, if I told you that you make the sun look like the moon, but that the sun will
never be the moon?
you dance on through the night and wait for day to break so that you can too.
little girl you can't keep dreaming about monsters in math class, they live in your head.
you survived so much this far and now you've decided to let it all destroy you like a delayed reaction.
how do you deal with loneliness?
someone once told you to never fall asleep upset so you don't.
do you not crawl under the covers because you know solitude is your body pillow and that you don't sleep to distract from the fact that there is no one on the other half of this bed.
are you asleep or are you awake?
are you burning daylight or does it burn you?
to the the little girl whose mind doesn't turn off when I lay down at night,
who still paces around my head and whose footsteps keep me awake,
it doesn't hurt to sleep in the middle of the bed.