This may sound stupid, but: This is the most I've ever been able to relate to one of my own poems. I hope someone else can relate to it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The moon knows the difference between hoax and love: I guess I've overdone it again, making one step too many towards your king Reluctant to get in line, you grip your pen and pad, mumbling words and curses, 'just another neck to wring' You'll scribble a few words and wish me the worst Drawing an image: You picture my hearse I know I'm driving you further away, that's quite alright Just fasten your seatbelt, as we fall into the sky tonight We descend further in height until our feet find a safe place to stand Just the two of us and the moon and our fingers seeking one another's hands I know you'd say you'd rather be here grasping the hand of any other boy But honestly, I think you're truely glad, glad you were left without any other choice You don't have to lie up here, the stars won't tell anyone what they've heard But then again, when you're up here with me, you don't really need any words at all Just a few more breaths until we're back in bed smiling, wishing we'd never left the moon behind The secrets we've told, the wrongs we've forgiven as my arms were your safety-belt last night.