you're not a touching poem.
you're not the first teadrop.
you're not a wild flower.
you're not the last sunshine.
you're not a painful song.
you're not the moon
(in my darkest nights.)
you're not.
I'm drawing my pain in my sheets with the tears I'm wasting for you.
You and me. We're just alike. We're both selfish and we're incomplete.
We hurt (not just ourselves).
We lie (not believing what we're saying). You. Never with your feet on the ground. Me. So far away from anybody or anything. You. I wish I'll never open my eyes again.