Up on my windowsill I stare
at the moon glowing innocently
“What clueless little thing,”
I wonder how many cries of help
Has it ignored, yet still
it continues to be beautiful

The moon is alone,
And far away from home
it was all that i wanted
“Is the moon happy?”
I would always ask.
For it has all the things
I wish I could have

Like those like me
Whose eyes always end up
Staring at the moon, glowing innocently
Little cries of help hoping
That the moon would somehow reach
And take them away in its light

To hope for that was all that I could do
As someone who hated the moon most
Sitting on top of my windowsill
Gazing upward again
Like I have for many nights
Spent in vain
Jealous of the moon

Whichever way my body brings me
My final destination will always be
The beautiful yet heartless moon
Glowing innocently.

is hating the one thing
you love doing the most

writing even though
paper was sand
and pen was knife

and it was life, for you.

strange, empty beating
of a lively heart
slow yet steady thumps
bringing me life

in my lungs
breathe in, breathe out
appreciate the life
i never wanted

If i chose to die,
do not resent me
nor cry.

Instead water my flowers
Under sunlight
Let them bloom freely

Take care of my dog
Feed her three times a day
And in your bed let her lay

Give the life I once lived warmth,
everything that I couldn't
and could never again give