You found the stars beautiful and my soul was a galaxy,
Brimming with nebulas and stars and everything that fit your aesthetic.
You couldn't see it.
Or maybe you didn't want to.
You told me to leave,
You told me you didn't want me,
Made me feel worthless,
Like a piece of shit.
You took away my soul when you left, like a black hole and left a void in place of its presence.
People ask me why I'm emotionless and I say your name.
But they don't understand.
They don't understand the effect you had on me.
They don't get that I stayed up late researching everything you liked to hold small talk with you.
They don't get that I shopped and shopped to get the perfect clothes to catch your eye, even though I didn't have the perfect body.
They don't understand that I truly wanted you to fall for my galaxy.
They don't understand that's why I now stay up late, with my tear stained cheeks and shattered heart.
They don't understand that's why I go around trying to find out where I went wrong so I won't make that same mistake.
They don't understand.
I guess you didn't either,
Considering you left so suddenly.
I guess you didn't either,
Because you've moved on.
I guess you didn't either,
Because you're so happy...
I tore myself apart to try and fix myself,
But the black hole that was in place of my soul,
It not only destroyed me,
But it hurt the people I was closest to.
I fell apart.
Now I'm not living, I'm breathing.
I just merely exist.
Just like the galaxy does to satisfy your aesthetic.
