The moon bled my words 

I Bleed Words

Another eternity shatters to six thousand splinters of my own being. And my planets of porcelain have been smashed to nothing but agony. That contains me, and I’m still tripping, stumbling, and falling again and shattering, trying to reach out for your delusional hands. But then I remember, you were too long gone. And, love, I’ve tried to move on. I’ve lived on the moon and every night I’ve sat in one of the craters and sung our song again. And, love, you didn’t come, you never came but I swear I saw the moon bleed my words.

-MAY

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