Moon Boy

I met a boy who has the same moon sign as me.
not like I fully believe in astrology but
if the science is true than
your innerworld is the same as me.
sometimes it’s hard to keep the shape of a crab.
so soft yet the outside hard as stone.
don’t crack me open you might not like what you see…
is it the same for you as it is for me?

I often wonder what color is your world?
is it waterpaint?
with strokes of pinks and blues?
is it a harsh gray thunderstorm?
or is it marble white with gold?
Mine tends to be black with static.
Majority of the time I lay and stare at my own sky.
fuzzy white shapes of static…
that one looks close to a cats eye.
would you walk into my world and lay with me?
of course not, you don’t even exist in my reality.

I forgot somewhere along the way
the communication became vague
and their isn’t anything left to say
so you went back in outerspace
the moon is your happy place.
But here I am, on the planet
wondering if I fucked up
I kind of known that fate already had a say
and I knew that when I looked at that card
it was already way too late

I think sometimes their are words I stumble on
or thoughts I hold onto when thinking of you.
I wondered why I always felt inferior
or why my insecurities were on display.
I worked so hard to get to a quieter place
And yet when it came to you, it all crumbled away.
I guess that’s what it means to have the same moon.
you reflect onto me like how the sea reflects onto the moonshine.

I wish I could’ve seen what was inside your world.
I ponder if you still feel the same loneliness or if you finally found the perfect craving.
and If truth was told…
when you told me I didn’t know what I wanted
I probably should’ve been honest and said..
“simply you curled up right next to me”
But a coward only bites his tongue.

And I guess I will sit on a beach and stare at the moon
wondering if you felt it too.