nevermind + poetry.

whole

And suddenly i have drifted so far away from you that i have become a legend, a myth; a lie you tell yourself before you fall asleep. I am the one real thing you've held in the palm of your hand, the key to everything you desired.

Your name smiles at me from a crumpled envelope, twines of ink, addressed to the past- unsent and untouched. Inside there is a letter where i tell you a story about the moon, how night after morning and morning after night the darkness carved at the pale curve of her body until she became half the woman she was.

There is a word that makes my heart sore- one i don't ever say out loud. Like the shadow that lingers in the light, i can't separate myself from your memories. But there are sometimes nights when i look up at the sky, and the moon is whole again.