Months ago I would cry at night and I would always be able to find you in the dark. But seasons change and it just so happens that the reason I am crying tonight is you, so where do i go now? I can't see the moon anymore. Why do you keep me clandestine when I insist on letting you shine? I think you've gotten too bright, you're burning a hole straight through my chest. I think you're cataclysmic. My clairvoyance is impeccable, you can't fool me. Darkness spreads across the land as I try to fight off the problem at hand. Leave it to the man that hides behind the sun to be the damsel in distress, but please note that I cannot **** your demons for you. There once was a girl who stood stiff like a tree and broke pieces of bark off of a real one because she couldn't rip herself apart. Yet. And that evening the sky shined blue-violet as she swallowed razor blades. And that night the moon fell out of the sky. She is me. What I am trying to say is that candlelight is weak and if you want to make a point you need to shine like the Pistol Star on a good day. My love, my sun, my light. It's humid in here and it's taking a toll on your hair. I'm smiling at the ground as you remember the cracks and crevices that line my wrists. Does any of this even make any sense? You're a rotten apple that fell off that tree that I decided to deface so many years ago. And I don't think you've forgiven me.