I'm always told we're made of star stuff.

But some days I'm made of black holes
vacuums and antimatter.

But I look at you and see a million suns.

You're the gravity that pulls and holds
my world together.

Please, don't let me talk to you
at three in the morning.
I'll only say things that
sound better in my mind.

Please, get out of my head
when I'm trying to sleep.
You take up all of my days,
so just leave me alone at night.

Please, don't let me write to you
when the night's made me drunk.
and the ink spills on the page
making words I forgot.

Please, don't let me talk to you
At three in the morning.
Unless you want to listen
to my unrelenting thoughts.

You don't.
        *wont.

Sometimes wanting answers
leaves you with more questions.

and sometimes you're better off
with ignorance.