Every night I return home to my lover.
Our love is nocturnal but no night stands.
She lights up my world when it’s dark.
She glows on the top, romantic and untouchable.
Sometimes she lies to me
She is shrouded in mystery
She shows me different shapes
Sometimes I don’t see her at all.
Tonight, I’m with my lover
But she’s so distant and lonely.
She’s gloomy and bereft of stars
Her face is eaten by acne.
My queen of the night is pale
And she won’t come down from on high.
Parts of her are missing tonight
Now my heart is dark like her other side.
I am in love with a LUNARtic.