Dear Lover

Will your soul ever forgive mine?
For not being the moon you fell in love with
That couldn’t shine bright enough to keep you well
And content
To soothe aches that are older
Than you and I
Can you tell that I’m sorry
For getting us this far
On a biasedly balanced boat
As we float
On the affection of your heart
Rocking to the tides mine tries to create
A hole in us
A black hole where we float still
Swirls of sinking sensations filling
Our leaking containers of compassion
As we are flooded by waves pulling us under
And my last and truest sight
Is of you
Watching me like the moon you thought I would
And I wished I could


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