Scarred moon

on

But he made me feel like maybe I was the sun

And him the moon

When I would inevitably revolve around him

Telling myself I had control

When I had no say in the matter

*

But the stars would always prove themselves to be out of my reach

And the empty space separating us

Will only grow larger

With time

And my scarred surface will always reflect his light

Onto the world around me

*

written January 29th

(10:02)

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Nicodemas says:

    Incredibly beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. a mystery says:

    I love this metaphor.

    Liked by 1 person

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