The crescent moon created a dim light above our heads. Even so I can still see how your demeanor has changed completely. Looking into your hollow eyes I don’t recognize you; it’s almost like looking at a corpse, a body without a soul. Or maybe I’m really the dead one between the two of us, stabbed with the sharp edges of the moon. The moon that was once so romantic for us rummages through my heart oozing out all the trust and love that was built up. It’s dreadfully draining to realize that my own lover would inflict so much pain upon me. As the stars look down on us, I cover my face in shame attempting to hide the swelling waves of the ocean I was creating and would eventually drown in. The water reaches up to my neck and looking to the sky l thought that maybe if I wished on a shooting star heartbreak wouldn’t feel so harrowing.
