The girl tied up to the moon

This month feels like it’s caught up with love triangles and all the messy arrangements in love. In honor of this, here is a poem I wrote about the imbalances in love. I used imagery and descriptive metaphors to convey the feeling of loving someone more than yourself.

The girl tied up to the moon

I was looking to forget about the need I had for others

And I met you at exactly the wrong time.

Sometimes it happens like that,

Now I need you more than I need sanctity

You wrapped me up in “what ifs”

And took me to the stars

Telling me we’d always be up there. 

You tied a string around my finger

so silver and fine (I thought I was hallucinating)

And

you tied me round the moon.

You said “stay right here”

And “I’ll be back”,

I did not protest.

I had more trust in you and your what if’s

Than I had in myself.

Self to me was nonexistent, 

I was so wrapped up in you. 

I only thought of your face

Among the beautiful stars that I used to look at from earth

They were collaged from a distance,

A masterpiece that I could never touch.

Now I am here

the big balls of fire are right in my ear

Sizzling and burning

And still, all I can think of, is you. 

I waited years frozen in space

And time. 

Time passed and 

Your face

Was all I saw.

How does it feel to know you have someone who loves you so much

She let you hang her on the moon? 

How does it feel to look out at the stars knowing someone is

staring down at you?

If I could break the cords I would.

Now,

I would. 

I’d break them

And find no sadness in their loss

For I know you will not come back for me

My eyes are haunted circles and my skin is frosty white

Little snowflakes are impressed into my skin and

I will never come down.

Now, the stories will change

From the man in the moon

To the girl draped up on the stars

Tied by infinite string

Hung by her fingers to the moon

A cautionary tale

For lovers.

They will say,

Do not rush in

Do not lose yourself completely in someone else

Tell the moon (and the girl who hangs there) of your love

She will know what to do with it. 

I have become callous in my old age

Though I cannot tell you how old I am now.

Lovers come and go

Staring at the moon in a trance

They say,

“The moon knows we’re in love

Doesn’t it?”