the moon is shining brightly in through the
miniature bay windows in my kitchen
i'm sitting on the floor, against the fridge,
and the moonbeams are playing in my hands
i have this itch to make music with them
how can you not when the moon is so beautiful?
and all i can think about in this low light
is wanting
you
in this kitchen
with me
in this moonlight
i always thought i had some sort of connection
to the moon since my middle name's maria
but i look up at it and just feel y o u
maybe you're my tether
and it's all so absurd, but i think there's more
to this-- this thing between that we never mention
our eye contact burns through my eyes and
races down into the hidden chambers of my heart
you busted down the front door of my thoughts
and walked right in, taking my sanity in your
hands and breathing your name into it
i can't stop think about you and it hurts
because it's so ******* cliche, you don't understand...
but i want to go to you more than anything
right now because i think that you may be
the one to finally, at last, heal me
and that's terrifying