i sit outside almost every night.

i enjoy the beauty of it.

the darkness.

the stars

peppering the sky

like

they were made

just for my eyes.

i sit outside almost every night

and i hold the moon in my hands.

i whisper to him

all of the secrets

i am too ashamed to share.

all of the things

i wish i could be

but i am not.

i tell him of

all of my mistakes

regrets

and dreams.

but the thing

he hears about most

is you.

i hold the moon in my hands

and he tells me

that i am more than enough.

that i am created

from divinity.

and if you are what i desire,

than it is you i should have.

so i must ask,

if you'll sit outside with me

underneath the stars,

and let him be the judge.