Your honesty is brutal and arbitrary.. I'll never hold your hand or get to know you. Most of the time I forget you, but your tidal power reaches beyond watery oceans. I stare up to you with beaming eyes and hesitant heartbeat, as I begin to notice your grasp on my imagination. You feigned your passion from the start, you lied to me to steal my heart. Once I knew, I fell in love with you, forever.
Can you, my full moon, be far too serious?
Enlightened and dependable if not the brightest;
the horizons of your days are nervously close,
but you're timeless so I don't care in the slightest.
You've shown the world the stars and ignite tomorrow,
and the light may not be your own but you own culture.
A lycan's pure addiction or a lover's clean depiction,
a place in the sky where we can sigh as we age and mature.
In the chill of a sightful, calm and frightful night,
I exhale a lifeless vapor that manifests a clock.
Its hands are the same size, the numbers backwards,
now all I know of the time is how much it's mocked.
I've been caught up in this reality you've implanted,
but I won't let go because I know most of it's true.
How long has it been since you were taken for granted?
Tomorrow, I'll forget the sun like I once forgot you.
the present's astounding
and the future impounding.
With snow on the ground,
at night I can see as clear as day
if I spend enough time alone.
To you, siriusness is intangible,
but through you, my dull moon,
it is allowed to be visible.
I want nothing more
than to need you.