I lie, drowning in moonbeams.
And you,
Whisper, swear that you'll follow me into them.
Yet your green eyes held no surprise,
That there was no love to be found between the sheets.
I lie, as flowers, withering on an empty bed.
Please understand,
(It is not that I am a monster.)
It is not that we are hideous.
It is simply that we can not bear loneliness.