the moon that I have been dying for....

The stars never fail to amaze me so you do.
Once I saw the moon shining in eyes of darkness, dancing gracely.
Since then allIwant is to be near you.

I have scars on my face that reminds me how hard it all had been.
From my side the sight of your grey bruises makes me believe, all the broken parts doesn't need mending they are the birthmark of survival , of the misery we escape, bravely.
I had seen your side that you drap with dark, hide behind clouds, thinking it shouldn't be seen.

How do I know? Because I'm the one who talks to you every night.
But you stay quiet and I'm too fluent in reading silence, silently.
I still can understand all of your silence and all of your love that comes to me as moonlight.

But darling don't you worry the moon is still moon in all it's phases; breathtaking.
I would shift my pillow closer to the full moon, and even closer when you are gone ,anxiously.
So don't feel lone, refrain yourself from thinking I'm an Aesthete, as whenever you are gone I look for you even more; thinking of you gone ,it's heartbreaking.

And all your scars and that side you hide from all I would kiss them till I no longer can move.
So never let your light dim, as all people like me would be all alone hopelessly.
Don't worry for the distance between you and I, I'm down here you are up there and to meet you I could bring heavens down if you approve.

Who am I? The language of stars? No, I'm the dark between the stars.
And I heard people say "Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear" that flows barely.
I heard them asking you what has made you so ,what you had witnessed?
And how would I tell them you saw me crying for you, for your love and how much I'm starving to bleed on paper about this love of ours.
Even if I have to drink the darkness I would so you can shine the brightest you could. . . . .