“the crescent moon makes you brave, you tell me you love me. but, grey smoke leaves your lips - you don’t want me to see your lie. one hand in the pocket of your blue jeans and the other flicking a cigarette. you tell me that i was the calm of your storm - making me for once not feel like a natural disaster. you wake up in the glow of morning and regret me. now, you tell me my voice sounds like thunder so you cover your ears. i say that i will learn to be quiet. now, the light in my eyes is just too bright so i dim myself for you. i change my nature for you. please, just love me.”
— smspoetry
