Why Do I Keep Writing Poems? - Tumblr Posts

When the moon looks down at you, I hope she sees you.

All of you

That smile, that I bet she swears is the only thing that comes close to outshining the sun

Those eyes, that I bet she knows hide your whole person

The words you say, I bet she finds them just a pretty as the rest of you.

If the moon ever looks at you, I hope she sees what I see.

Because when I see you, I get to see the most wonderful person in the universes.

And I hope the moon knows that too

My heads so infatuated with the idea of loving something inexistent.

Your not real. I’ve known that all along. Since the second my head grasped the slight idea of you. I’ve known you weren’t real.

I didn’t meet you at a theme park, or at my new school. I never met you at all.

Your face is unknown, your words are my own, but oh I wish there was a universe where I know you.

I thought this was one. Your hand in mine us against the world. All these pieces fit together.

I thought our peices fit together.

But my heads a pretty good liar.

So I’ll go back to loving the nonexistent.

Loving someone I’ll never know.

Because what good is reality when your head believes it all.