When I buried the moon like a prophet

You think you're unnoticed
But you're not. You think you're handsome
(you are but don't pay attention
to it
or stop doing that, you'd be liked
more by your peers who hate you
for the way that you look right
now). I love the clean, smooth lines that you
leave behind in the air. I love you
for you.
You, (you were the one),

   taught me how to bury the moon like a prophet.