Just My Perspective...

Reflections on a Lonely Night

I spent my time talking to the moon

But really I was only thinking of you

And what it might be like to say these things

To your face, instead of the unchanging 

One of the moon. 

You might have smiled or laughed 

As I tried to hide that

Bright red tint on my cheeks

And the uneven rhythm of my breath.

I though about what it might be like 

To breathe you.

Slowly filling my lungs with everything so pure

Feeling that ecstasy and that thrill. 

Breathe in

Breathe out. 

That rush, did you feel it?

Just under our skins, electricity sending

Enticing shocks, racing thoughts,

Unattainable wants. 

You think these things, too.

I know you do. 

But the truth is,

Even if our pieces were to fall together forever

We would still never be complete.

These are just poetic verses

And poison words,

Driving us to the brink of insanity,

Right off of the cliffs of our dreams,

Where we will undoubtedly shatter,

And shattered we will remain.