Even the Moon has Wreckage

I’m always testing the ones who love me

even though the number is few.

Sweet words are so foreign

I don’t trust them to be true.

Like the moon,

showing the world pretty bright lights

and hiding a part of itself never to be seen.

Letting people in is so hard when you know

They are so likely to go

after rubbernecking at the wreckage.

And bruises fade faster if no one keeps pressing into them.

Dreams

When I was young I dreamed of reaching the moon

and I dreamed of saving the world.

I dreamed of becoming the best me I could be

but chasing dreams is harder than it seems

because disappointment and doubt appear to be the only things in route.

But I’m strong and I’ll survive

and only Love can keep the heart alive.

Wishing for More

I’m driving down the road that leads to your house

But I turn left because someone else

Now lays on my side of the bed.

I wish you both the best 

but I can’t help myself from

Wishing I could see your face again

And Wishing we could head back to your place 

And wishing you found home in my arms.

-Nov 2020