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.
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Monday, October 26, 2015
If my heart were a house
If my heart were a home
it would be broken
Wrenched in half
like a doll house
It's Dysfunctionality
displayed for all to see
One is mommy issues
One is step dad issues
The other is girlfriend after girlfriend issues
There are school issues
And growing up issues
And I never signed up for this issues
There are abandonment issues
And there is an attic full of hope
With a window so big you could leap out of it
Or stare out all night
and feel like a part of the night sky
There are holes in the roof that insure this
And a constant melody of crickets
And old rock music
I'd like to say the moon and stars
are in this attic
But that depends on whether or not
you believe
And all the boards seem to be
a worn out grey
And the roof still bears some black shingles
Almost as if it had been nearly burnt down
Some years ago
And who's to say it didn't
when all seems well
It is because it's been closed up
You can still see in through the windows
Just enough
To catch a whiff of the dysfunction
To know to steer clear
To not undo the latch
Because it doesn't stay closed well without it
But the gaping window in the attic
Still seems to draw some in
the warning on the box says
Do not get invested in this heart
Please keep away from small children
And the light of heart
Take care when closing If you close it while your appendages or feelings are inside
It Can inflict pain pinched skin bruising
and heart break
Hearts that are broken
while this product is in use
are not under warranty
and users will not be compensated
do not feed this product chocolate
If product is fed chocolate
The warranty will no longer be valid
no returns will be taken
And refunds will be minimal at best
On occasion poetry will spill out of it
do not read the poetry
please treat them like soliciting phone calls
Because if you give it hope
The calls will never end
Please do not give it poetry in return
Because No refunds or returns
Can save you
Past that point
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