you're a darling in a dress who likes dancing with the devil

you wait for the witches and appease the apparitions

their incantations are your strongest temptation

the way they tease you and tell you how good you are

you chase the mirage and wonder why you weren't rewarded

acting as if the arches of the rainbows would lead you to gold

when in reality you followed the path of a painful plague

whose toxic venom will never escape your vain

you beg and you plead for someone else to fall on their knees

as you did for them, but in the end, they never do for you

you’re the girl that gives, the one who pours from an empty glass

and though you’re all grown up now, you continue devote

your time and energy to people and places that don’t keep you afloat

daily you drown under the deluge of your own tears

wondering why you’ve stayed with this for years

yet you still reach out to the rainbow’s arch asking for a coin

because deep down you are still the little girl in braids

the one who ran around afraid of ghosts, but now you chase them

for you dance with your devil, the one who calls your name

your mental mirage deceives you, as does your demon

but you always go back with that same empty glass

just hoping, just wishing, just praying someone would fill it

to accept the moon

you can’t only have its crescent

you don’t pick and choose

what you have and what you lose

though it has its cracks and its craters

and the dark, unknown side

you love the moon for what it is

not for what it lacks

you, similar to the moon, have flaws

but, love yourself for them

not in spite of them

and while you embody this satellite

do not be fearful of your darker facet

to be vulnerable and allow a visitor in

and just because it’s dark

doesn’t mean you haven’t seen the light

and the cavities and craters

do not mean you’re crazy

having a hole does not mean you are broken

the rugged, rocky moon is similar

to the scars your heart has

but similar to the moon, you are beautiful

your acceptance is your completeness

you come full circle, as the moon does

we hold onto our first loves because

we think they are all we’ll ever have

your love for that individual will never die

but you have to take your pain and your heartbreak

and fill the cracks of your broken heart

because you will be able to love again

and so will they

but never forget how you loved them

because you’ll never love someone so purely ever again

you showed me

how much love

i have to give

and you taught me

that the people i give it to

must be worth its weight

if you break a writer’s heart

expect to painfully live forever

within the words they’ve written

if you fall in love with a writer

expect your legacy to be a

flowery mess about how beautiful you are