SHOOT ACROSS THE SKY

there's freedom of knowing he's
happy with what he's doing while my
heart is continuously falling apart.
my hands reach out for a hand to
hold in the cloudless sky, a guide
to walk me back to the moon where
it all is meek as my maroon heart,
with the drug of love casting our
spaceships to crash the never ending
Galaxy. my eyes bleed shadows of
blue and purple hues against the
pinkness of my cheeks while you
walk around with utensils of pain,
fists and bites and soulful voice.
5:15 am and my mother and father
are unaware of the mask you show,
the faces you hide to make it seem
like all is a joke. the faces go from
jubilant to morose to exhausted
and my favorite one, dangerous.
5:15 pm and you've got me locked
on this moon where my voice
can not be heard, where my fists
create bigger craters on the moon.
there's freedom in knowing his
control over me has not gone
away - no matter how distant
your love is.
please take me home -
the grass is green there
the air feels dirtier there
you are there - so is your love.
my heart is in space but
my minds on earth.
can't you look up at the moon?
notice how I'm here and you're not.
take me home, your kind of
freedom is all I want to know.