i have picked apart my worst nights and aligned them with sight. sometimes i don’t understand something and it frustrates me. i know that my heart sleeps away a lot of the numbness. a moonlit walk, how have you been? all of my empty letters sent to no one, do you still read? i don’t know why i’m still writing this. i know that you barely knew me, and i barely knew you. you shouldn’t believe everything online, i learned that the hard way. call me a hopeless romantic. some sort of self-righteous belief that everything i do or don’t do will always come back to haunt me. it has crossed my mind that you aren’t real. that someone is messing with me. sometimes words are just words, but if madness and love danced upon the same tiny dotted line— i’d still sign my heart away. in hopes that it was real and my words do heal. somewhere, you’re reading this. somewhere, in some form, you’re getting this. somewhere, in some reality— these words are helping you rest easier. i think the truth is we’re all afraid. that we aren’t who we think we are. what if everything you ever knew wasn’t as it seems? squeeze my heart together and let it drip into a cup, poetry from my honesty looks best when read at night. i can only let my words be as they are. you are real to me. very real. everything. down to our short-lived interactions, the sad truth is somewhere inside of my soul, i wish i would’ve asked for your name. my nameless reflection of the moon, i will keep you forever sealed inside of my memories as a sweet dream. and if i was ever given the chance, i would’ve loved to read these words to you. because there’s nothing sweeter than falling to sleep to something real and meaningful. it really doesn’t matter to me honestly. i’ll still write when you breach the skies with your flowers. moonlight stained grin, full of mystery. maybe i am a hopeless romantic after all— i’ve always loved impossibly, might as well be something misunderstood because no one will truly understand you unless you’ve given it your all. so this is just a whisper in hopes that you know, deep down, your wishes are heard and well-received. because what’s life without a little mystery, a dash of inevitability, a spark of fate, an entanglement with wonderment and stardom, a dance with see-through hearts can last forever. sometimes, somewhere— i pray for your smile. as always, and yours truly. i love you, my dear stranger, you really are a strange memory of reflected moonlight.
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