
the moon represents practically everything
fertility, betrayal, karma, lies
and yet, still
when I think of her
I can’t help
but
think of you
you bring out the best in me
you bring out the worst in me
balance becomes a foreign notion
a conceptualization
a myth
I am everything
I am nothing
you are everything
but you are nothing
anymore
the balance has vanished
the stability I crave is lost forever
in the tides of the ocean
pulling back and forth
over and over again
until I'm left
seasick and alone
for an eternity
and here I am
looking at you
looking at the moon
About the Creator
Rebeka Gustafson
I write poetry about the pursuit of life and love.
Find me on Instagram @rbxpoetry



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