Sincerely, Jennifer x

For so long,
when night fell,
I’d leave my blankets disturbed,
inviting my monsters to play,
but it’s not anybody’s business.
I’m not harmful,
hurtful,
even interesting,
and yet,
it becomes a public affair,
published and preached about,
when all I wanted was to wait and watch the sun rise.
I am darling in my defensiveness.
I am lonely but loved by the angel on my shoulder.
She wears my face like an old friend,
wears my heart like a bracelet,
and we never talk,
we just take in the world around us,
waiting for my monsters to strike when the moon says Goodnight, and the sun shows up for her shift.