April 3, 2020. the moon, the man on the moon, the sun, and me. who am i?




he can't even look at the moon

he can't even look at the moon 

without a pain in his chest

and anger that makes his clutched fist tremble

yet he gazes at that night sky just so he can look away

 

am i the star he distracts himself with

am i the planet that hides, so far at a distance,

that he doesn't even really see me

he just knows of my existence

 

if he could just look at her

acknolwedge the man that inhabits her

accept her flaws, his, their past, and why he should start anew

maybe he could stop with his empty threats and hollow heart

 

maybe if he turned the telescope towards himself for once

just long enough to see how much his sun rays damage my skin

just enough to realize that he will never be able to look at her the same

as in daylight, she is small  but will gather gazes from every curious eye

 

and he will continue to see only pain

perfume will haunt him like a ghost

empty hotel beds and nightmares

instead of what he used to hold close

 

and i will be here, soaked in his own sweat

and my tears

that is love and he will not find that in the moon

he would only find craters and a red flag with blue bruises and white porcelain skin

 

 

 





Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2020-04-04 at 02:18

Tags Love  Pain 

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Love is love for all of that
Ken D
2020-04-04


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I love especially the last line.
2020-04-04


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
love is very simple
and very complicated

you've caught that very well ~
2020-04-04