oh missus moon

11-6-18

It was pathetic really, how I lost myself in you
Knowing I’d never find a way out
But my name tasted so good on your lips
I couldn’t help myself
And now when I slip my hand between my thighs
I pretend it’s the touch of your rough, calloused fingers
But no amount of pillows can disguise the empty space you left on my bed
And my fingers are soft and smooth
The nights are sleepless
Seemingly endless
No matter how much I beg the moon
She casts a dim, reproving glow upon my lack of you
Her cruel and much deserved ‘I told you so’
What else is there to do but search for pieces of you among the wreckage
So I lead them into my room one by one
Hoping this time they’ll fill the absence
But his hair is much fairer than your raven locks
And her voice is softer than yours ever was
And the whole time I’m comparing them to you
And maybe they get me there faster
And maybe they hold me closer
And maybe if I gave them a chance, they would stay
But I’d trade a thousand of these faceless strangers
For just one more night with you