On some days 

I think the moon pities me

he hollows out the remnants

of a boy long forgotten

from my heart

He digs till it hits a nerve

and then 

he sighs

He has to start over again

gently scraping the surface first

asking if I'm okay

I squeeze my eyes shut and let the tears fall

This pillow has seen too many tears to be ashamed of

Every girl and boy who broke my heart

Ripped it out and tore it apart

Stomped on it and chewed it out

I wonder how he never cries

Has the moon never lost a friend in his life?

He laughs bitterly and bandages my wounds

Have you ever seen me whole?