Yesterday, we shared the moon’s quiet glow,
now I’m under the same light, standing solo.
Same sight, slightly elsewhere.
Same stars, same constellations trace the night,
while you sit with a man dimming your inner light.
Suppressing your frustrations,
guess it’s stressin’, heavy, isn’t it?
Being too kind, when love blinds and you tie yourself to the grind.
You deeply bind thinking it’s all fine till you’re crying on the daily,
unaware and unarmed for the war tomorrow brings, so plainly, crazy.
You stare in the mirror, but that’s not who you are,
time speeds up, leaving you chasing a distant star.
Regret lingers, shadows of past decisions creeping faster.
I dare to ask,
is the air even breathable after?