stranded on the moon.

it was that one night,
when we both couldn't sleep
and decided to grab a blanket,
took it out to your backyard
and laid together underneath the stars.
we were cold
and freezing our asses off,
but we didn't give a shit
as we started becoming numb.
you pointed at the moon,
i was lost in you, i just couldn't help it,
the dark consumed me.
3 words, 8 letters.

it was that one night,
when we both got shit-faced
stumbling around on your bedroom floor,
laughing at non-existent ghosts
and eating nacho's at 3am,
which made me puke a few hours later.

it was that one night,
holding hands
as cars and strangers passed by,
we walked to the park
right back to the place,
the playground,
where we first died
in embarrassment
and the world froze over.

it was that one night,
those many nights
when silence became deadly.

we were drifting towards nowhere.

i miss you,
but it's not enough for me
to want to kiss you again.