Please tell the moon it’s over.
We have loved one another for a quarter of a century
so I know she will understand me when I say:
I’m tired and I’m giving up.
Tell her I’m through.
I’ve become too fascinated with darkness to let her light rule me.
Tell the moon I’m sorry.
April was a graveyard that buried me.
And I am not as dead as I would like and
I am barely who I was when I was above ground,
and moon, beautiful moon,
you keep whispering the sweetest things into my ear,
and I hear you,
and I appreciate you,
and I don’t mean this the wrong way.
I don’t mean to hurt you,
but I let the gloom take over me.
Tell the moon it’s all my fault.
I let things slip away from me.
I had an affair with the absence of light
in our bed,
an April ago,
and it has made a home out of my infidelity.
And I didn’t want to hurt her this way,
And I didn’t want to hurt you this way, moon,
but I kept seeing his face every time you looked down on me.
*Disclaimer: This poem is named after Laura Marling’s song, “My Manic and I”.
Solecisms 
Smoothly simple, it’s fine that I could receive the allegories such as “the moon” and have my own interpretation. And I’m not quite sure, but it seems to me that you used some puns to play with the meaning. I liked it that it’s not abstract but it kept the beauty of the vagueness (Im not sure if I got it right).
I wonder if it has anything to do with the meaning of the song, then what’s previously has been said inst going to work :P