The Moon drank the coconut water

That night between drinks and tissues
That night between silence and gossips
That night between flirting and talking
That night between water and dry eyes
I met someone.

I have been talking to this person
Since quite a long time
But that day, I found a bit of me inside her
Strong enough to hold the tear
But, wanting a hand to wipe it off
Incase it rolls of the pupils

You don't know her
But talking to her is more easy then to your friend
She feels home
Not with the concretes
But she has all the stories
The broken pieces
The mended heart
The fears, you fail to breathe through
The experiences, that are more of fun
Than the choas you struggle with everyday

My coconut water!
But the shell that she carries isn't tough
Which needs a hard hit, to be broken
And let the soft core visible to all
Instead, Listen to her
Ask her about the night,
She didn't sleep
About the day,
That she missed by sleeping for just a couple of minutes by the sun

It's strange
They find the shy tough to handle
And
Find the caring for the strong, of least importance

I often stare at the moon
Asking for answers
But I forgot
That the human beside me is silent with the answers
How can that black stone answer them
She has been listening to my shits
But I love her more for being so true to herself
Not trying to explain the versions she lives,
To the rest.
She is the night sky holding the moon

Apparently my moon is not the black stone
She is the coder in a distant home

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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