You once called me your moon,
A gentle light in your dark nights.
But the moon never begs for attention,
Never asks for anyone to look.
I believed you then, when we were far apart,
Distant yet devoted, I loved you deeply.

I remember your words, soft and kind,
"You are my moon," you said, and I believed.
But you never looked at me the way you looked at the moon,
With wonder in your eyes, with a longing I never saw.

Maybe I was your moon, marked with scars,
Each mark showing the battles I've faced alone.
But maybe I wasn't truly yours,
Because I couldn't make you stay,
Couldn't keep you close like I wanted.

Or maybe I was your moon,
But you grew tired of the...