On a crescent

Unheard

Swinging high off the ground
The landing can be detrimental.
Alone,
Seeing galaxies and truths
As stars and signs align
Feelings clouded.
The strap on my heels make it hard to walk away
Too good to be true
Too new yet it feels blue.
This is a point of silence
Nothing to say
Everything has been felt.
On nights like this
I still sit, half moon, half emotions.
I cry, i remember, i die a little more.

Hypermind