Like kids in love when the sun goes down i desperately wish that I could bully the moon to go away. While she stands wide eyed to wait for it to come and show its many shapes. I curse the stars, while she sings them to sleep. Laying in the wake of the day i stretch my tired bones toward the sky, breathing in the ashes of the day, I sound a yawn for sleep to rescue my weary soul. She stands in the fullness of the night and tries to catch airplanes with her index and middle fingers and talks to the satelites about the problems with technology. It is here that i have to break this poetic preamble and give an accurate description of what i am doing and feeling that cannot be lost with my attempts to be clever with my words.
I'm laying in my bed left with only empty sighs and blank stares at the mute cracks in my ceiling that offer an ear but never a sound to help me survive the longing i have to be understood by her. I love that we care enough to fight about nothing. Others would kill to fight about what we fight about. Its like my dad always said "women, cant live with them, cant shoot them" (for the record i dont really want to shoot anyone it just makes me smile to think about my dad's funny sayings)
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