The moon affects how I think.
With its cycles, a fundamental
part of me changes, and 
I’m not supposed to be
this way. I’m not supposed
to want you the way I do. Yet,
here I am, being pulled
by your gravity, digging
my heels in to no avail.
I grip the ground, only
to be swept away by the force
of you. So, I close my eyes
and let myself be dragged
away with the tides.