When I walked out I saw the moon and she made me cry. Her eyes look down on me having seen all my troubles time and time again. She offers no help to me though. I glare at her and shake my hand.

“Who are you to look at me like that! You look at me and you know! You know! You know what I just went through! You’ve seen it before and you just sit out there staring dumbly down on all of us. Well!? What do you have to say huh?! What!? You could do better, you’re just the moon, a fucking rock floating in a void with no life no love and no love lost! You don’t know! You don’t know anything; you have no choices to mess up! You have no consequences to endure!”

I sit down and drink deeply. I cry some more and glare at the moon. My heart begins to settle with the alcohol. I wipe my nose and cheeks and look back to the moon.

“I’m sorry moon. It’s not your fault. I lashed out childishly. You’ve seen that before too haven’t you? Of course you have. Just a celestial scape goat; a stellar sitting duck for all the harsh words of the nights that didn’t turn out right. You’re no dummy though. Of course you’re not. You see all the stupid mistakes, the little details I missed that apparently mattered so much. I must look foolish, a complete ass. I was the perfect guy to her, so she says, and somehow she just couldn’t love me. Somehow I messed up even when she thought I was perfect. She couldn’t even love me when I was perfect to her. Must make you laugh huh? Makes me cry.”