i open my mouth to speak
but there is nothing but silence.
you *hold my hand
under the moonlight
and the *cacophony of thunder
rumbles in my mind,

there are words inside of me
trying to claw its way
out of my mouth.
still, there is silence.

but the moon was my witness,
she has watched the way
your hand had slipped inside mine,
and had seen how i'd open my mouth
to say the words that i have
been keeping inside me.

i wanted to tell you
how i know you're a mess
but when the moonlight shines
on every broken piece of you
i still think you're wonderful

i wanted to tell you
that your mind is beautiful
how i wanted to know
about everything
that made you who you are

i wanted to tell you
how i have been jealous
of sippy cups and pacifiers,
how i wished it were my lips
trapped between yours

i wanted to tell you
how i would have waited
to unravel the poems inside of you
that i would have wanted
to be so much more for you

but time couldn't permit me that luxury
and the stars have been our reprieve.
they have watched the way
we tried not to buckle
but each kiss still tasted more
and more like goodbye

i open my mouth to speak
but there is nothing but silence.
you let my hand go
under the moonlight
and the cacophony of thunder
rumbles in my mind,

there are words inside of me
trying to claw its way
out of my mouth.
still, there is silence.

but in this reticence,
know that you are more
than the metaphors i find
in the *moonlight