I reached for the moon and took it in my hand,
Wrapping my fingers around its luminous sphere.
I gave you the moon along with its craters and imperfections,
But you didn't want the moon.
You wanted the stars.
And darling,
That was something I could never give you.


I remember slamming the door in your face.
Gosh, you made me so ****** angry sometimes.
You'd yell at me "I don't even love you!"
And I'd tell myself it didn't matter because you weren't easy to love either.
In the mornings sometimes you'd lie there in my bed laughing.
Those were always the best times between the two of us.
You'd tell me to pretend things were always that way
And I'd try, but it never worked.
There were some nights that it took everything in me not to walk away.
I'd stay up sobbing because I knew I could't love you the way I was supposed to.
I was so angry, but more at myself than I was at you.
I wanted to fix all the brokenness inside of you, but I didn't know how.
Things never did get better and one day you left.
Maybe there's someone out there who knows how to mend you back up.
But the someone's not me.

The streetlights cast dark shadows on our faces,
and we sat on that bench by the bridge watching the night.
It was quiet,
except for the sound of us
and every so often a car would pass, leaving a faint echo behind ringing in our ears.
It was summer and dark out and I had never felt the way I did.
You looked at me,
but I couldn't make out your shadowed expression
so I went back to watching the night.
There was a part of me that was unsure about everything-
even you,
but then I heard your voice
and turned to see your lips finishing my name.
You looked at me,
and I noticed the way you tilted your head
like you were thinking about something.
then you leaned in and I knew you had been thinking about me.