Are we the waxing crescent or the waning?
You ask me as I break your heart again.
And I hear it, loud in the silent pain,
How you hope that I’d say yes.
I wish I could answer, but it’ll only make it louder.
You’re on your knees, your heart open at my feet.
I want to pick it up, but it’ll only leave you falling.
My hands are bleeding, reaching out to you,
My heart screams, I lov-
and my brain silences it.
My hands are bleeding, and they will stain you.
And you’ll spend forever washing me away.
How can I promise you forever?
When drop by drop, I bled in your arms
And you only noticed when I pulled away?
Our forever has been in blood for long,
But the blood on your chest was mine
Now you’re dying because it’s yours.
Now you’re trying because you’re mine.
Are we the waxing crescent or the waning?
How do I answer you, my darling?
My hands can’t hold you, but I’m still yours-
A grim gibbous who shines, not knowing for how long.