I called you the moon, because you paired so well with sunshine.
The way the light reflected off your crooked smile and freckled your face like a seeded field.
Your voice would cut through the crowd as you screamed like an animal; unhindered by gawking eyes.
Yours were a beautiful shade of honey that fell into me as we became one through our lips.
You were my source of motivation.
Of meaning.
Belonging.
As days went on and we fell into ourselves we must have missed the sunset.
Our home grew cold and I lost your arms by means of remedies made of forget.
How small you grew as the weight of lies settled on your shoulders.
You'd hide little clues and hints in the pages of your folders.
Your light has ceased its shining.
Perhaps you never did.
Mayhaps it was reflection.
Yet I think of you with the morning dew.
Sun rays, they trace my figure in the way you do.
I breathe in deep and sip my coffee;
And enjoy my private morning with you.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 5:06 PM UTC
I called you the moon, because you paired so well with sunshine.
The way the light reflected off your crooked smile and freckled your face like a seeded field.
Your voice would cut through the crowd as you screamed like an animal; unhindered by gawking eyes.
Yours were a beautiful shade of honey that fell into me as we became one through our lips.
You were my source of motivation.
Of meaning.
Belonging.
As days went on and we fell into ourselves we must have missed the sunset.
Our home grew cold and I lost your arms by means of remedies made of forget.
How small you grew as the weight of lies settled on your shoulders.
You'd hide little clues and hints in the pages of your folders.
Your light has ceased its shining.
Perhaps you never did.
Mayhaps it was reflection.
Yet I think of you with the morning dew.
Sun rays, they trace my figure in the way you do.
I breathe in deep and sip my coffee;
And enjoy my private morning with you.
