I wrote something.

Shout at me with words of forgiveness
And I will do you same,
For we both are thoughtless to each other.
Like the rain, we never touch
Unless the moon guesses it so.

Your voice is the moon;
A rich, sweet air that I shall not breathe.
Oh, how I long to breathe again,
For suffocating deteriorates the soul.

I have become beautifully bitter, love.
Your absence has turned suffocating into drowning.
Panicked, alone.
A wolf is nothing without it's pack
When faces with a world of predators

Be the moon and I your stars,
For I do not wish to be a lost thought;
I wish to be all around you,
Because you, to me, are my stars.