Tonight the stars and constellations glistened brightly,
A lovely display contrasting with the dark canvas above.

Yet my attention was not directed at the night sky’s beauty,
For I found myself looking somewhere other than upward.

I’d never dream that I’d have the pleasure of meeting somebody,
Who makes the heavens themselves appear mundane.

I remember when you would show me your songs
ones you personally wrote.
I'd read them constantly
scanning every page
every line
every word
looking everywhere
even in between the lines
For any traces of what you thought about me
For any evidence or proof
that I was on your mind
Sometimes I occasionally go back and read them
remembering
hoping
but also knowing
if you were to write about me know
I doubt the words would be anything kind.

A body made of clay
Dry and cracking
That is the state of being
That I'm currently in.

I've stretched myself
Again to my limit
Giving and giving
Till I have nothing left to give.

Yet I selfishly keep going
Because heaven forbid
I help myself
Before I help my friends.

They are the people I love
And they need me
So I keep stretching and pulling
Making myself empty again.

But now my body is sore
I can feel it breaking
From the pressure
I've placed on myself.

Please give me a little time
To fix my body of clay
So I don't fall apart
And become the one who needs help.

Is it ok to be afraid of the things I'd have to give up?
The changes I'd have to go through?
The parts of me I'm have to sacrifice?
Just to be with you
I love being with you
But
I'm scared of becoming unfamiliar
different
someone unrecognizable
That potential change scares me
Its something I think about often when we're together
However
I think that if you loved me
Despite my changes
Being unfamiliar would be worthwhile