More Moon!

detachment, numbness, feeling closer to the moon/nature than any people, really feeling this way. Wondering what would happen if even that went away, would I then feel attachments?

Full moon and I sit empty under the shroud of white, in a nook 

Little nooks I've found, a series of chairs, so to speak, been pulled out for me and I porch sit, under their moon

the tips of my features catch the light, from out my hooded sweater

The moon carries all the weight of all my good times, the right people

I shrugged away.

The moon is mute and safely stores all my light for me to remember on the porch, on any porch

The moon holds the future of everything I've yet to say 

He'll never see it when he gets home from the night shift. 

He knows I've never been any good left to my own 

He knows all he gives me may never really be mine.. or his  

The moon wavers and twitches like a clock above me

I mean, 

If this moon landed right at my feet, I'd run scared. My closest light. 

I just want the howl, just need the howl 

Or else, give me a cloud covered sky with the moon out sick and I'm you're girl 

Author's Note

contemplating myself- would i actually let myself get attached to someone if I had no vices, no justifications or others saving graces?

I like the beginning better than the end, I dont know! I wrote it in 15 minutes..

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[James William Dyer]

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He'll never see it when he gets home from the night shift.

He knows I've never been any good left to my own

He knows all he gives me may never really be mine.. or his

The moon wavers and twitches like a clock above me

" these were the best lines, in my opinion

[JacqMarie]

feels like the end of this poem should have "ya dig?" hahahha