Moons or stars

I was the moon,
He - just a crescent,
Half there and half away.
I wanted to shine bright together,
He was not sure of the way.

The corners sharp, the colour dull,
Yet the smile was long to fool a fool.
I fell into the trap, believing
To find out nothing was enough
When you are lesser than a half.

He shrinks for me, myopic kindness,
Facing the other side of the sky.
I turned around, in hopes he'd realise
How long I stayed the same and by his side.

The time has passed, still
He refused to grow,
I noticed a part missing.
I don't know why, but it seemed fine to him
That I began to miss some pieces.

He started to count stars around,
Admire fallen ones and touch them.
I was still watching, not afar,
Losing the grip, and back, to madness.

And piece by piece, reflecting in the dark,
I saw my other side, in shadow.
Instead was I who realised,
I was a half as well and shallow.

Maybe it's me who hasn't moved yet,
Half hidden, half inside, inept.
I wanted change but I was, too, instead.
Too much and less. Too less.

Was it as scary, much too hopeful,
Hiding behind his back, a little rogue?
The pieces fell where it was not a problem:
He turned himself, and now I was alone.

The cosmos is too dull to understand
The shining of some stupid stars.
A speck of something real quickly fades
Because it died a half decade past.