there's a certain beauty in the unknown.
a certain beauty in not knowing if
you're as crazy about me as i am about you.
there's a certain beauty in knowing that
my heart is tied up in such a knot that even
a seasoned boy-scout would cringe at the sight of it,
all because of you.
so many nights i have spent looking at the moon,
hoping you were doing the same.
and oh-so many nights have been spent swallowing
pills with various numbers inscribed on their very surface,
just to try to forget about your absence.
but the thing about the unknown and drugs and the moon
is that none of them can even come close to the beauty
that you possess.