moonchild 🌙

I tell her how isolated I feel and how lonely I am and hungry and tired and she says ‘oh’.

“The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.”

somedays, i'd like pastel pink. // the scent of your cedarwood perfume // gushing through the sunlit room as // you'd softly fall into my arms. // and promise to never leave. // old school love signs // but we could never adapt. // had a universe left to chase. // and a void to fill with your // laughter. and the giggles// and our smiles. // evening sunsets sitting on our roof. // and i'd stitch a new dress for // every night. you were never late. // you never forgot. and // though i dared not confess, // i felt safer in your arms than not.