the moon loves you so dearly as she illuminates your features in the darkness, casting shadows to hide the pieces of you she doesn't want me to see.
the moon loves you so dearly as every night she calls out for you, employing crickets to create her lonely midnight sonnet. and eventually, finally, you venture out from your house to sit under her light.
the moon loves you so dearly as she is the only one there for you when your chest begins the contract and the bile in your throat threatens to drown you. she longs to hold you, but she sits in her sky as always, patiently waiting for you to return to reality.
the moon loves you so dearly as she has witnessed all of your downfalls and betrayals and late night breakdowns that you've kept secret from me, and through all this time, she has kept them a secret, kept them so close to her heart.
the moon loves you so dearly that when she finally illuminated my own face, and saw herself reflected in my pupils, she did not protest when you began to empty yourself out of your love for her to make room for me.
the moon loves you so dearly - but you must give her space to heal. she has only one night each month in which she hides from you, disappearing just long enough to shed a single, lonely tear; a star shooting across the sky. after wards, she begins to rebuild herself once again, piece by piece, sliver by sliver.
the moon has given so many the inspiration they needed and i'm very thankful for her