Blood Moon

I used to look up to you

Praise you as the evening star

Bow on my hands and knees

As you lit the darkness i lived in

I still don’t know why it’s called a blood moon

Maybe because when i see you

My wounds begin to weep

As though they never closed

Or because my heart races

When i think of how you left

And as the sound rushes past my ears

All i can do is look up to steady myself

The night has heard all that i could ever say

And says more than i can comprehend

Because while i was basking in its light

I never saw it wasn’t shining for me

So maybe it’s the moon that bleeds

In a way that it’ll never tell

And the stars that litter the darkness

Are puncture wounds unhealed