you are the moonlight on the water
Don’t believe the interlopers
I woke up in the middle of the night with this poem pressing against my ribs like it needed out. It’s a love letter to anyone who’s ever mistaken their wounds for their identity. If that’s you, I hope these words find you like moonlight on still water.
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