All I want
Is for you to squeeze my hand like you did before,
Set these butterflies free,
And remind me that everything is okay.
I want to believe that you have enough love
For the both of us,
Even when I can't seem to love myself.
I will look up to the stars and see them shining,
Twinkling just for us.
"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations." - John Green
This poem is very random, kind of like my thought process tonight