Dear Moon, We Need To Talk
Every night, there you are.
Big, glowing, and acting like you don’t know you’re the most attractive thing in the sky.
Some people write love letters on paper.
Me? I write mine in my head, under the sky, while the moon listens.
You, Me the Midnight Glow
When I can’t sleep, you’re always there, silently judging me while I scroll through my phone at 2 a.m.
Your light spills through my window like you’re saying,
“Wow, still awake? Thought you said you’d fix your sleep schedule.”
Yes, Moon. I said a lot of things.
Your Phases, My Mood Swings
Full moon? I feel alive, dramatic, and ready to make bad decisions.
Crescent moon? I get poetic and think I can write deep quotes for Instagram.
No moon? I feel like the universe ghosted me.
Honestly, you’re just as moody as I am
but somehow you make it look “aesthetic”.
Why I Can't Quit You
The night feels calm.
I’m on the balcony, a book open on my lap,
but I’m not really reading.
The moon’s light falls over me,
and all I can think about is you.
Every sentence in my book feels small
compared to the things I wish I could tell you.
It’s like the moon already knows
she sees the way I smile when your name crosses my mind.
If you were here, I’d tell you that nothing compares to how you make me feel.
And maybe that’s why I can’t let you go
because in this quiet night,
you’re the only thing I want to keep.
Yours truly,
The girl who waves at you from her balcony
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