i feel like a fool
proposing my heart to you

i was loving the moon

so exquisite
as she dangled above me
pinning my vulnerable self
beneath her

locking me down
with a sinful gaze
watching as i
slowly come undone

and when i thought
she had taken
what she came here for
she stayed
and listened to my nightly laments
offering solace to my silly angst

but by morning
she was gone
visiting other lonely, pathetic souls
offering them the same pleasure
she gifted me the night before
making them feel as special as i

and by dusk
she'd return again
as if she had never left at all
taking me for a fool
and maybe, just maybe
she might be right after all