letters to the man in the moon.

letters to the man in the moon.

i wrote you my first letter when i was 11

i told you i was lost
and i told you i was scared and that i didn't like being lost
but that i was also afraid of being found

i wrote you a lot that year but most of it was repetitive

i said i was lonely
i said that i was tired of being surrounded by lonely people
i said i wasn't ready to stop being lonely
i said it was hard being around un-lonely people

when i turned 12 i wrote you more

i said i was tired
i said i was ok
i said not to worry
but to never believe me because im really good
at not looking lonely

at 13 my letters turned to

thank you
and please dont give up on me

at 14 my letters got desperate

im sorry its always you i turn to
im sorry its always you
im sorry but i can't do it
im better off being alone

at 15 i finally took a break

i wrote you a few "thanks"
and a few "im tryings"
i remember crying myself to sleep
on nights that all i could say was "thanks"

at 16 i gave in

i know i said i was ok
and i am
but i also told you to never believe that line
so you should have seen this coming

I spilled my heart out to you for hours

and that made everything ok

at 17 i met a boy

a boy i kept mistaking for the moon

because we talked like the night sky
were the only barrier between us

but he talked back

and i found that i loved nothing more
than being his moon

and slowly he became mine.

we were two peas in the pod
two lights in the night sky
 and we were more constant than any moon
and he was always there.

at 18 my moon boy left

but i found as i talked to the moon
i would ask him

"please send my love to the boy a few stars over"

and i knew he would pass on the message.

Never truly Homeless

Wandering these empty streets doesn't feel so lonely
because the pavement in bathed in starlight
and because these streets are littered with you

Because on nights like tonight no one is truly homeless

Because somewhere down these streets
is the park where we said goodbye
but so is the church where we said hello

Because my home hasn't been a place for years

Because home stopped being a place
when my parents stopped being together

Now home is starlight and my own rib cage
because home hasn't left my own rib cage
in at least 6 years

because home

hasn't left my own rib cage

in the last

6

years

Because home is where you feel safe
where nothing can hurt you

Because the monsters under my bed
are now demons
and they tend to rest in my head

but maybe that's a lie
because i think there was a time
when home made it into my finger tips

Because i wanted to share home with you
like you shared home with me

and you hands in mine started to feel
like home