I am the ocean; you are the moon.
You inflict my tidal waves of emotion.
You like to cause my doom.
You're so far away, and I'm not sure how we have any relation.
You give me too much room.
I will always stay, but you keep running away.
You're always here in the darkest hour, but even then, you keep your distance safe.
There are a lot of craters where things have tried to get in, but you're still desperate to cling on to your isolation.
That's more than what most people can bare.
People want to explore you and understand you better but you've made yourself into your own nation.
You are its only population.
You won't let anyone in.
You still toy with the thought of me and think of me as a possession.
I fight for freedom but you won't let me go because you're too addicted to the sin.
You crave the control.
You know I'm so emotional, and the pain you inflict on me makes you smile.
You won't let me in and you won't let me go so it's back and forth with my confusion and watered down soul.
There are so many things thriving inside of me, but without you they can't survive.
I'm still so empty, but there's nowhere left for me to hide.  
You're bound to my entire world, and you hate it so much.
You just want to be on your own, so you punish me with your mood swings and gravitational love.