the moon knew

The moon saw what nobody did— the tremble in my hands, the shadows stitched behind my smile, the scars I wore beneath soft sweaters, quiet and unspoken. The moon heard what no one could— the whispers I buried beneath my breath, the sobs swallowed in silence, the grief that curled like smoke around my ribs. I stood strong beneath the sun, voice steady, spine straight. But when the night unfurled— I unraveled. Under the moon’s silver gaze, I let the tears fall like forgotten rain. No mask. No armor. Just me— raw, fractured, real. And still, the moon stayed. he watched, he listened, never asking me to shine. Only to be me and me