Dear man in the moon,

I will rarely tell you what is true,
but you and I
have a lot of catching up to do.

black in my mind,
darkness in sight,
i've long gone blind.

to me you were bright,
beautiful, unrefined.
harsh, but always kind.

she holds me
and suddenly
i forget why i
was crying

it sinks in when you're gone
the ink wells up again, floods my veins
and i wonder if i will ever really be happy
or just a parasite
feeding off of you
i say i love you and i mean it
i say i need you and it stings
alcohol in open wounds
so afraid you will turn away
and i will be plunged into my ocean again
freezing cold and drowning
when i never learned to swim

She follows the words with grace.
The happiness of being alone
Holding the key to a new reality
Is all too familiar
To this little girl