i’ll make an effort to write good poetry for you. my work is average at best and you look like a red moon in the most haunted night, so that won’t do. you reflect when light is shining on you. i turn to rust underneath your fingertips. when i find the one, i’m gonna scrap all my old works to make room for the newest editions. when i find the one who is a full moon filling every corner of my tiny room. maybe you can spend the night outside of my window. when i wake up, you’ll tell me to put on some clothes and i’ll greet you as if i had no clue that you were outside my window the night before. when i find the one, maybe i’ll start loving myself or write better poetry that is actually enjoyable to read. maybe i’ll start reflecting light, even in the rain.