From the pits of my stomach you lurk,
you don't leave me.
Months have passed & you're still there,
somewhat haunting me.
I try to ignore it, hide you further away;
not matter who comes & goes
you're always there,
beckoning me. Telling me without words
"It's no point. They're not the ones."
It's you. It always has been.
I just wish you knew it. If only
you were bothered
with the same strong feelings pulling you
close to me
like the moon tugs the oceans.
I'm trying to be the Earth
resilient to the moon
but I'm made of water.
I can't stop
getting pulled closer to every beauty of the moon.
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