I need to stop looking for proof that you love me.
I need to stop comparing myself to galaxies,
because I will never be so out of reach.
Even if the wind catches me, I’ll never fly so high,
that you couldn’t pull me down.
I was made to love you;
Your crooked teeth and hollow chest,
the sharp words that stab me when said aloud.
I need to stop melting when I hear your sound.
I need to stop saying your name,
because it knocks me into the ground.
These remnants of our past are,
The very things that,
have me forever looking,
for proof you love me.
Looking to be your perfect star,
that doesn’t explode but stays strong,
in-between crooked teeth and hollow beats,
while listening to you tell me over and over,
again in your own tone,
goodbye; as I hit the ground