I am tired.
Tired of always living in your shadow.
Tired of only being noticed when I'm at my largest
or when I'm not there at all.
Tired of living in a galaxy that doesn't understand.
Tired of shielding you from missles thrown your way.
And I know you don't even know what I'm talking about.
What missles?
We live in a meteor-belt of intolerence.
Jesus said those without sin cast the first stone
and here I stand crater-faced.
I'm tired of seeing the way your eyelids
push back the water when I have my only pull on you.
I'm tired of being your satellite lover.
I wanna have galaxy front property on the shores of Pluto.
I don't care if the rates are higher because he's not a planet anymore.
At least he knows how to treat his moons.
At least he says to them "If you can't be a planet with me,
I'll just be a moon with you."
Dear Earth,
I am tired.
Sincerely, Moon.
~JLE~