The Broken Girl's Lament

She sat in a window,

her legs dangling in sky,

watching the lonely moon.

“Who do you weep for?

Shedding stars like tears?”

She sighed at the laconic

moon, so full of secrets.

“I’m broken, cynical and

hating… well everyone, 

but especially  me.”

She held up her scars,

the Moon had his own.

“Yes, I thought you

might just understand.”

The broken girl climbed

back into her room, 

and she slid under covers,

not quite so alone now.