you're the cynosure

i keep your face in my mind, noticing how many features you share when i look others in the face.

how your voice sounds normal but it effortlessly washes ease over my arms and down my legs.

i've only fallen in love once and you made me fall harder.

scraping my knees across the bottom and losing my sense of sunlight unless it was inside of you.

i don't remember who i was before i met you, and i can't tell if you made me better or made me worse.

always craving your presence as if i was drained of water and quenched of thirst.

i wont be selfish, i wont keep you.

that's not what you would've wanted. you want me to move on, you say i deserve to move on.

but when am i going to start moving on for myself and not you.