It's early.

The moon is barely peeking through the faded, black curtains like a bat after sundown. My crunched up dreams lie on the ground in the form of crumpled paper and broken pencils as I try to grip my thoughts like a spider web would a fly. Bricks fell from my eyes, smashing my feet, but leaving no pain. Just the damp feeling of worthlessness.

The dark space underneath my bed beckons for my small feet to be swung over its surface. Maybe the demons should drag me to their underworld. Maybe that’s where I belong.

Those summer rays,

never fade away.

they just stay the same,

in our skin and hair;

Like the love in the air.

The rays stir envy in my heart.

I’ve been trying from the start,

to get close to you,

like they do.

I love you,

from here to the moon.

From here to the farthest star,

the one that shakes my hand from so far.

The one that struggles to be seen,

The one that shines inside of me.

Can't you see,

I’m on one knee?

I’m begging you to love me.