I pour my heart out,

The moon listens, the sun forgets to remember.

Leaves brush the bottom of my heart,

I am reminded of what I have,

And maybe what I can’t have when it gets dark.

No one will ever know me like this screen does.

This is genuine, and this is real to me.

I trust the stars to watch over me,

I trust the moon to place sentences into life for me.

And still I find myself lost in what I can’t understand.