betrayed

Words fail me tonight, just like promises once lined out nicely before me. They fall flat, dark and bare, too heavy to carry yet too thin to hold.

I see yours dancing with the moon, looking down on me, softly holding stars in space I wish was mine.

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nocturnal desire

Some nights the dream feels so close I could taste it on my tongue, while others make it look like the skies are nothing but shades of black.

In the darkness I’m feeling my way around your galaxy, each time stumbling upon your love scattered and hidden within foreign constellations.

When I grow up I want to be just like the moon— making love to the night when it is the most tender.

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hide-and-unsought

the stars were playing hide and seek
with moonbeam
a drop of light came off
fallen at daybreak’s feet

the shadows knew
the best place to hide
was in a shade of black

no one would look in there

no one would look
anywhere, at all

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moonlight is not hers

“I wait by the window, as I do each night, for the moon to come by. I see him through the clouds, slow-dancing with pretty shadows, oblivious to my shallow breaths. Midnight comes and goes, like it does each night, and by the time dawn arrives I know why moonlight is not mine to keep.”

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no place in heaven

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gray day understands

Gray skies have mercy
on heart darker than before
clouds provide cover

sometimes even day
does not deserve the bright sun
light taken away

faint sight of the moon
night is slowly descending
I tuck in my pain.

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(clan)destine(d)

The universe knows of this love, but only the moon has seen your name carved on the walls of my heart.

The stars at night serve as nothing but lanterns to help the clouds slowly read the fine print sprayed across the skies, a vow to make our galaxies collide.

One line screams that you were born to be mine, and so my soul will find yours, no matter where you are.

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rethinking celestial coupling

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annie scribes 2018
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