Domin Sweet's "Moon" is about loving someone who doesn't know how much you care. The speaker opens by merging two things most people keep apart, love and fighting, and insists they are the same. For them, protecting the people they love is a form of love, and both come from the same place.
The central image is the wolf howling at the moon. The speaker is the wolf, calling out in their "darkest" nights, while the person they love is the distant moon, bright but out of reach. The repeated lines, "you don't ask, you won't ask," "you don't hear, you won't hear," slide from a plain fact into a kind of stubborn certainty, as if the speaker has stopped hoping. The mood is lonely and aching, with a quiet resignation. The ending turns the pain inward: the speaker admits they would run to this person if they cried, and they do cry, yet "I won't run." Love is there, but something holds the speaker back.