Lying in this moonlight
I am flooded with images
Why the night can’t be too dark
the moon refuses to let the night pitch
into complete blackness
and I am grateful
as my thoughts pour in to try and stamp out the light.
Why can’t you understand I am a different person now?
What is keeping you in this way of life?
What is the point-
What is more upsetting
that you thought I had always been honest
or that you still read into what I say?
Nevermind, I know the reason
I reacted this way to your statement
because I was staring into a picture of me
when I heard you say it.