Jandrea...so far

If I could, I would  Collect my tears Shed over all those years Over you Infuse them with the fumes of my crushed spirit Adding the bloody nectar from my broken heart. I would put  them all in a beautiful bottle Adorned with elegantly scripted lies  Only your deceitful eyes can  decipher  That even fierce rays from the sun  Could not penetrate and betray The salty bitterness of this toxic brew. Surreptitiously delivered to you No sender, No return address  Labeled only as “Pain, yours and mine”  Penned by the hand That you first nervously held  On the way to my heart Would you open the bottle,  Curious about its cryptic contents Recklessly trying a drop  To discover what Despair tastes like?  Would you savor a drop of Betrayal       followed by another and another?  Until you know exactly who from among those Whose  hearts and spirits you crushed Would distill such a vengeful potion?  I can se...

If this be true, then the moon has seen me naked so many more times than the sun!  Is it a thought that bothers me?  That the Moon has looked inside  of me, gazed at parts  That even the Sun has not been privileged to see?   The Moon has been allowed to examine my flaws and imperfections.  It has kept me company during the darkest and ugliest moments of my life.  It has celebrated with me when I choose to reveal my own light!  And cloaked me when the Sun’s heat melted my heart!  And yet has the Moon ever understood me?  Has it ever undressed my excesses?  Has it ever looked at why my light falters and dims?  Has it ever wondered why the Sun couldn’t be enough  And why this nakedness is now bruised and will never heal ?