When my mother hugs me
I'm supposed to feel comfort, right ?
When my father puts his arm around my shoulders
I'm supposed to feel safe, right ?
When people wish me on my the day I was born
I'm supposed to feel thankful, right ?
Supposed to
Sometimes I cannot tell the difference between what I feel and what I'm supposed to feel
I've always been taught that this is supposed to be done.
I see others say that they feel loved and and safe in their parents arms
I should too ?
I'm looking up at the moon tonight
Bathing in all her ivory glory
Mocking me with her knowledge
Of all the secrets that I might never know
The moon knows secrets
Of lovers and royals I might never meet
She, a witness to triumph and tragedies
Since the world began
She might know of lovers and liars
But does she know about you?
Does she know about the way you move?
Does she know how you enchant me?
Will she remember how your hands fidget when you're nervous?
How I hold them and your consciousness within
Will she remember how you bite your lips when uncertain?
How I hold your chin and grasp your gaze
To see if you still remember my soul
I am your focus
In a world of variables
I will be your constant
When everything is swinging
I will be the one standing
When everyone is fighting
I will be holding you
The moon might know secrets
But she'll never know you
For You are not a secret
You are not a possession
You are a part of me
In love we have been bound
To let go would be difficult
But seeking happiness does justice
To the wounds of being ripped apart
