Do you see me when you look to the sky, look to the stars?
Because each shining light reminds me of you,
of the brightness in your eyes, in the glimmer that I saw.
You can lose me now, you can leave me now,
you can pretend we've been over since the day we begun.
But I won't forget, and neither will the stars.
If you could just stop whispering those lies,
beautiful twists of smoke, curling in the air,
If you could just stop acting as though there is an ocean between us,
acting as though there is something we cannot get over.
I want to be your friend.
I don't need to be anything more.
I'm scared to touch you because I don't want you to think I mean it.
I'm scared to be near you because I don't want to lose you entirely,
I don't want to lose you forever.
I drew a black line in pastel across a white canvas.
You took your hand and smeared it as you interlocked our fingers,
as you looked at me,
taking me back to when it was our hearts interlocked.
I ran away fast and I ran away far,
but I can't forget you.
But maybe it's not about forgetting.
It's about remembering,
remembering the feeling, the hope, the knowledge that yes,
I can be loved.