she & the moon

she's got an artist soul

a heart that cant stop beating

a brain that needs to know

and lips that seemed to be were made for loving.

her eyesight was inferior yet she

saw a great deal more than us

she played it off like she was shy

but if you opened your mind you'd

see her skin oozed lust.

yes she fits your perfect cliché,

of an odd girl who follows sunsets,

writes poetry and talks of leaving

someday.

she walks cracked sidewalks and

wonders if she's done the same her

mother does, wonders if her

mother ever put herself in harms

embrace to get over an adolescent boy

that could never return her love.

at night she walks the long way

home on a road she does not know

darkness leaves her uneasy and the night.

breeze reminds her she's alone but

since you've broke her sprinting heart

she spends her night seducing stars

and yes she used to be in love with you

but now she's married to the moon.

she's been pricked by splinters a dozen

or so times. so now she wears her

shoes outside.

though she loves the way a flame

sways at the flick of a lighter,

she became sick of burnt fingertips

and no longer plays with fire.

her nights have been filled to

the binge and overflowing with

tears she sobbed to the moon.

but she hasn't learned how to fall

out of love with you.