every night
before bed
i think about you
and i smile at myself
and stop when i realize you aren't there
so i look up at the ceiling
and imagine stars
i just imagine someone grabbing all of the stars
and sprinkling them right over my bed
i fall asleep with you and the stars still on my mind
and wake up to see nothingness
nothing but a ceiling covering the air polluted sky that blocks me from the stars
YOU ARE READING
h o n e s t l y
Poetryi'm constantly craving pancakes, but that has nothing to do with this book, but enjoy!
