I don't want to smile when I hear your name anymore.
Your voice makes me feel nostalgic and I can't stomach your laugh.
The skies they whisper to me, "Leave it be." and I laugh because if I could leave, oh how I'd drop everything.
Your eyes they seem to follow me, like a painting.
I've learned not to make any sudden movements or the barrier I've built between me and hazel blue could break.
And I tell myself I've built this before, I can do it again.
You say this time you won't propel me but what you don't understand is I'll fall anyways.
Even if your hands don't smoothly trace constellations on my skin anymore it's too hard to leave this sky of brighter stars.
Where will I go when things hurt the most?
At what cost am I willing to leave?
Goodbyes are fatal to me.
