Analysis of As you..

Everything turns grey around
me, a starving being;
as you disengage your hands
from these craving hands of mine.

Two colours unrepetantly mixed
forming a new shade
everyone got fascinated, only I
saw the pain of leaving the genuineness.

Human writes to stars,
"Why do you break?"
it whispers, "It makes the happy,
and I want them smile."

You disappeared, leaving a note that I
need no one, as I'm smiling on my own.
But my dear, you aren't a star,
but that moon,  which gives me peace.