God made us best friends
because he knew our mom
wouldn't be able to handle
us if we were siblings.

At midnight
I will scare myself
into the new millennium

with dates
and charts
and graphs

about fractions
and formulas
and fundamental folly

all because
some genius thought
that in the grand scheme
of things

2 > 4

I'm a dark moon
So don't try to convince me that
I have my own light,
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside of me that matters
So rest assured I will remind myself
That I am worthless, terrible Moon
And nothing you say will make me believe
I still deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not good to be loved
And I am in no position to believe that
Light doest exist within me
Because whenever I look at the Sun I always think
Am I so dark as they say?