to the man on the moon
one night the diamond from my pinkie ring went missing. i looked until i got lost and i found myself at your apartment. i knocked three times and got silence. i knocked louder then listened to quiet. i knocked until my knuckles bled then i painted the door red just because love stains like blood does. i got locked out and i can’t let myself back in. i guess those keys i had couldn’t set free happiness. my first instinct was to wait for you to come back so i sat down on the last step. i never thought to myself that you were supposed to be found for better or less. i have no patience so it didn’t take long until i was gone. i broke a mirror and left a trail of glass but i bet you’ve already swept up the pieces and cleaned up the mess off the steps. you said we come from different places but our worlds crashed. maybe our paths crossed like black cats. you told me i was pretty then said you didn’t love me on the thirteenth but when i was with you i believed i was lucky. i wish my reflection was still there, that my sleeves were still clean and my heart was still beating. i wish the way you felt about me wasn’t my fantasy. you have it all and i made the mistake of trying to be the company you don’t want. i gave you a pocket watch but our clock stopped. i tried to be perfect but i’m just not and i’m ashamed of myself for letting it happen not once but two times in a row. i hope one day you love some one at least as much as you love yourself and i hope they glow the way a candle would in the snow. i think i tried but i don’t know.