The moon and I

Used to be so close.

It wasn’t a good thing.

Not a brag nor a boast.

She slept with me in bed

and accompanied me in the shower.

She claimed that she loved me

Yet took all of my power.

I grew tired of the night.

We would yell and fight.

She refused to change,

And I took the blame.

Starved for attention,

I begged to be prioritized.

She left me hungry, then

Labeled me as “never satisfied.”

Thunderclouds roared.

Skies were opaque.

Pieces of myself,

She continued to take.

Stars deprived of luster.

Love, I could no longer muster.

I mourned for a sunny day,

Finally sending the moon away.

Overcasted skies

Comforted my cries.

But I needed a sun

And soon I had one.

My days never dull

With a heart so full.

The strength of her love

As she shines from above

Keeps me warm in the cold.

With her I want to grow old.

Five years have passed

Since I have seen a night.

Some days are dark

But there is no moon in sight.

Like a spring flower,

The light is where I bloom.

But one cannot appreciate a sun

If not for a moon.