He asks me not to love him too hard
Because he might break
And when the moon finally rises
I ask it to shine on him
Perhaps it could heal him,
enough to love again
He asks me not to sit too close to him
Because he might fall in love
And I wish he would fall in love, 
with me
So that the distance between us is filled,
with our bodies
He doesn’t look at me when he speaks
He’s afraid to see his reflection in my eyes and realize that he belongs in them
He’s afraid to fall in love with me
And I’m afraid to fall in love with him
But not afraid enough
He asks me not to touch him so gently
Because his skin might get addicted to my touch
And I never wished addiction on anyone before
But I wished he’d get addicted to me
The moon rises every night
Every lonely night
And when it rises
I tell my lover to love me like the moon loves me
Like the moon stays beside me during the night
Like the moon lightens my night
But he asks me not to read him my poetry
Because he might never want to leave my poetry
And my poetry needs him to be poetry
I wish he understood that.
And when the moon hides behind the clouds
My lover hides with it
And I wish I knew how broken hearts fall in love.