The Man On The Moon
I'm back!!
My heart aches, torn, bleeding drops of bright red blood splashing on the letters of your name Tears falling on black wicked words written with shaking hands My breath quickens, heart pounding by thoughts of what was lost Screaming wordlessly out my agony, to the dark heavens wishing my life would end The need for you, surreal, overpowering tearing at the fabric of my being Lost, wandering, confused with no destination Without you I am nothing a wisp of smoke, disappearing Perhaps the man on the moon knows the secrets my heart can't accept
Hooray. Welcome back Rea.
Welcome back. Thank you for this. It reads like someone writing from a place of real pain, and I just wanted to say I’m holding that with care. The longing and confusion come through so clearly, especially the sense of losing your footing when someone matters that much. I hope you know you don’t have to carry all of this alone, even if it feels that way right now. Thank you for trusting the page with something so tender.