If only the moons,
and all of the stars
collided with me,
and tore me apart;
Would that truly be that bad?
If I am the moons,
and you were the stars,
and we held eachother
till the end of space starts.
Would you hug me and breath
my skin and my bones?
Because there's going to be a time,
when I never return home.
I miss who I was
Before the storm and the scars,
when I didn't feel better
living with the stars.
I gaze through the mirror,
like I do every night,
hoping that I will be content this time.
But still I see someone who can't even cry,
who whimpers and whines,
almost every night.
I am waiting for the day,
when I look into the glass,
and for the reflection to say,
"this day's your last.".
