Once there was a girl who gave her heart to the moon.

What am I to do -
When there's so much I want to say,
To think,
To sing,
But all the words,
The thoughts
Get caught in my throat
So I've nothing I can say to you?

I apologize if I have kept to the shadows,
Or turned from your gaze
When you’ve wanted it most,
But I did not wish the sun
To give away my glittering eyes
And show the tears unshed
When you do the sweet things...
The things that make the ice melt
Even a little.

The thing is I've grown attached...
I've become accustomed to the way
You stick your head out the window
When I drive fast.
Or the way you kiss my hand.
Or how you look at me
When you pull me back for one last kiss...

And when I look into your eyes
It's my reflection that stares back...

All in addition to each other
It scares me, because you have
More power than I had meant to give.
I'm unsure what to say when certain words
Choke my throat, wishing to come out
But past wounds have kept them at bay,
So I'm left speechless,
As my heart beats fast,
And my breath draws quickly,
With the knowledge of what I've almost done
A promise made to myself.
I'm frightened that you inspire that.

Promises are made to be broken, so they say.

Once there was a girl who gave her heart to the moon...
What, then, have I to give?