The moon is a two timing two faced bitch
Who is too weak to admit
That they’ve been seeing other people.
The ultimate slut
Doesn’t call anyone back
And spends half their time thinking about
Who is waiting for them on
The other side
In a different place.
The moon is always in the right room at the right time
But feels as if they are on the wrong side of the wall.
What the moon has for ears - little craters - are pressed up against
The sky, wishing to hear something or someone in the midst of betraying them
So they can finally have a reason to give up this dance
And slide down the wall
And go to sleep at a time that they haven’t decided or scheduled
With everyone else.
The moon is fed up of being the signal which tells everyone
It is their time to rest
The moon wants it to be their turn my turn my hand is up can’t you see me at the back
The moon is so tired of watching everybody have nightmares
And not be able to help
The moon is fed up with leaving when the going gets good,
When the big light turns on.