“I Was Never Your Moon”
Neon lights flicker inside the letters strutting vacancy…
The sign dangles itself from my ribs, aching to be filled again
You were a gamma ray burst to my…
pitter patter
ba boom
ba boom
….now every breath echoes through oblivion….
and your promises lay lifeless, making like salt on open wounds disguised as eyes wide open
Sleep is a dicktease and I’m the dick… wanting it, but knowing it’s going to slip through my fingers the moment I touch it…. because that’s the game we play.
I should have kept the doves on guard when our gazes met, but something about you made me want to strip myself of me… and rebirth the wild child lingering within, wine cooler in one hand, joint in the other…
The thrill of you kicked the cat off my tongue and made me spit that frog out of my throat. You were like a stolen ride in an exotic hunk of adrenaline vrooming 150 miles down Route 66… back when it was the closest you could get to feeling.
I felt for you as a thousand diamonds sparkled in a seemingly endless sky….
I didn’t see it falling. I was too mesmerized by your beauty.
I gave you my heart, wanting you to cherish it infinitely….
like Jupiter loves it’s moons
How was I to know I was never your moon?
©2010 Megan Moira
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