she loved the moon more than the sun;
her sorrows always turned
into something brighter as Luna listened.

she loved the rainy days more than the bright ones;
she didn't have to pour out raindrops
because the sky understood.

she loved the lonesomeness better than the crowd;
she felt more found in the silence
than being with the wrong people.

she loved the broken more than the whole;
the honest indiscretions of the impaired
showed her that you can fall in love with flaws.

she loved everything else more than herself;
she lives in the subtle silence.
but despite the melancholy,
she's learned a lot, and that is love too.