The Crescent's Edge

I wrote you but you'll never receive it
Not because you jump faster than you listen but because I will never tell you
I will never tell you about the poems half written because halfway through I realized it'd get misinterpreted anyway
I will never tell you about the nights I spent half sleeping half dreaming of you half wishing I could have one fucking night where sleep would come as natural as death to these fantasies that I dare entertain when the realities of these nightmares keep me from love
They wane with the moon but often my dreams are full of a vast nothingness that is my subconscious
and I submit to these words these whims and love you back with all I have,
though I am not enough for myself and still I am not enough for your love

When eye meets eye is where we'll meet.