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.
That rush, did you feel it?
Just under our skins, electricity sending
Enticing shocks, racing thoughts,
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.