Stars
I really could talk about them all day but at times I think what's the point. They are so far out of my reach that no matter how close they seem to be it's a lie. But I guess that's harsh wording. I think I'm angry, but sad at the
same time because I love them so much but it's time to let them go.
How did I let it get this bad? I lost sleep, I cried, I was sad and angry for so long with no reason. It's not their fault it's mine for thinking they would even love me as much.
I guess that I'm not even talking about the stars though. It's just you.
Pain
That's what I've been feeling lately. This same feeling when your heart drops. Tears well up in my eyes and spill out into a puddle like ink on a paper when I've got nothing to write. So again I'll sit here and watch the stars while I cry thinking of you.
Minutes turn to hours days to weeks you know the story. I sit there and cry when the wind brushes my cheeks.
" though I'll never tell you how I feel because that feeling is so sensitive, it's on a pedestal. Untouchable"
It's so cold and lonely now even though you still love me like you always have. Warm love is the equivalent to cold hate in the eyes of a pained soul.
No matter how much I reach I'll never be close enough. And I think it's for the best sometimes. Things are better admired than kept. I don't think I'll ever stop looking up at them but I think I should go inside more often.
Still with heartache I make my way inside where it's warmer and happier. And I feel loved.
Things are beautiful outside but they're also brutally painful
Just as things are nice inside but boring
Thank you
