Full Moon Phase | March 30, 2025 (15:49) |

apologetic disgrace,

photogenic abraders.

hey, how many "hey" 

how many gaze, how many days?

did it take me to be your full moon phase?

once in a monthly cloudy night,

there couldn't be a whole week of me

being full enough to be that loved.

not even the sky gets that clear everytime,

and i wonder if she kills all reminders of mine.

if i wanna ask her, would she want to answer?

no point in misery of being depleted for no appeal.

if you wanted to answer, 

it won't be a bother .

yet i'm up here, hoping i could interfere

with your most humane love-iniquity. 

is she full enough to fill you in?

i couldn't be all that in straight four weeks.

might give you another week to make me weak.

did she make you think you'd never need..

does she make you think you'll never need

to wait for a full moon phase?

once in a monthly uncloudy night,

there had been a pretty week of me

being full enough to be that loved with pride.

you saw my face in shade of greys,

i'm mad that i couldn't be "all" at all.

what a disgrace to be apologetic about it,

i'm not angelic, i get it

but did she.. eclipse on me a little more permanently?

hey, how many "hey" 

how many gaze, how many days?

did it take her to be your full moon phase?

i wanna know, i wanna know

i should've known.

couldn't be tall, couldn't be bright

all of my spite i nullify .

if i wanna ask her, i'll hear that your fine

did my full moon phase make you hate the night?

once, once, once

you couldn't settle with once.

i'm up here, hoping i could interfere

with the most humane iniquity. 

were you rageful of me,

live your life to sublunary,

and my light will dim differently each week. 

apologetic grace,

photogenic traders.

i am just once, 

you didn't like all the phase.