Phases

I once knew a boy who looked at me as if I'd hung the moon.
And once upon a time, this was enough for me.

But this boy, he could only love me when I was at my fullest and my brightest.
He couldn't quite appreciate the view from his telescope.
All the craters and mountainous terrain,
The things that are brutal and imperfect but still beautiful.

He couldn't love me during the times when I was nothing more than a sliver of myself
Or the times when the darkness devoured me completely.

So I'll leave you with this:
Never fall for a boy who looks at you like you hung the moon,
That kind of love is merely temporal.
Instead, wait for one who can appreciate your ever changing phases.