Authenticity No More

I look at the moon as it shines down on my way and I cannot help but think of you. 

As your presence lingers around me and I talk so softly,

I ask you do you love me? 

But u say staring at me gently 

not wanting to blink and miss a glimpse of my never-ending melody.

I look at the moon again and I wonder curiously, 

why shall I live this way with you so far behind me. 

I ask my angles, to tell me, 

to grant me for this is a longing agony my affection I miss for you my part of me I long to see

And the days pass. 

One full moon after the other still, 

I see you in my head I conversate you. 

I scream at you and hate you. 

Then I hold you and embrace you. 

What an alternating life. 

To live in a present so diligent with this false authenticity or is not a real reality to see me in your complexion of fearful rests.

Maybe one night you will look at that moon and shed my immortal passion. 

Maybe one day you will wake up and wish for myself to you. 

Maybe somehow my authenticity would become yours.
till then
authenticity no more