Man In The Moon

Almost an entire year
Over or under sleeping next to you here
On a ripped and stained bare mattress
Unfurling thread blue flower black mould
Pattern
Perched on a loft bed built for us by a good friend
With stolen nails and a couple dirty pallets

I promise I won't take any of the sickness with me when I go
But don't beat yourself up if you come crawling back in the fall

I don't know if you will be around to write sad poems for me
I don't know if I will be around to sing you to sleep
I don't know if codependency is really all that hеalthy
The only thing that I know right now is I miss you already