Back to Strangers (The Moon Taste like Decay)

Few would understand this story
Of how uncomfortable the cold Autumn
And her dancing leaves are
When loneliness falls and sways
Back into your face.

The love bleeds through your hands,
Trickling from your heart.
You've gone far hoping this love will last,
But now you are without a safe harbor,
Drifting through the ruins
Of you and her every day.

You were told to let her go,
To move on and start new,
But no one tells you it's because
This lost love tastes like something
That's spoiled; a death-like
Sunder to the soul.

You've become a stranger to your
Own heart, avoiding the places
That made you and her whole.

Like a moldy loaf of bread,
You're quick to throw it out
Without a second thought as to why,
Because who would say goodbye
Or keep what tastes like decay—
Sitting in your house, or in your life?

We have come back around again
coming to a full circle
like a lovers' moon shining brightly
In the night sky in the end.

We have become strangers to love,
So quick in the moment to
Discard each other,
Forgetting that there was
Once a time we were made
From a beautiful moonlight—
Poured deep into our shadows,
Woven into our darkest nights.

And I, as a stranger against the once
Moonlit waves at night,
Am a lonely shadow now, empty
And void without your love—
Carrying that sickly sweetness,
That awful taste of decay
Everywhere I go in the dark.

I won't forget you; I can't.
The moon of us
Is rotting forever in my heart.