Inside My Head

8

i remember how proud i had felt when i put the stars up in the sky.

i especially felt grand because we did it.

it was a breathtaking sight; to sit on the roof of my mom's car and stare up at the sky, where the clouds reminded me that i never wanted that moment to end.

but, all the good people show that smile to hide that devious soul that swirls inside,

and that's exactly what you did.

you pulled down each dazzling star and you crushed it, walking away with the last bits on the bottoms of your beat up sneakers.

and then, i sat on my porch and watched the stars reappear;

knowing that you just helped her put them up,

and you've now fallen in love with the glint in her eyes,

while you temporarily hold back your hands,

because these are the few seconds that you love her before you stomp on her stars.