You were this vast empty space
with a strong gravity pull
that could have ****** me up
but did not

And I am the voyager
longing to get lost somewhere else
but no matter how hard I try to get into you
I could not

You told me I'd never be able to touch the sky
But at the back of my mind I always knew
that holding you and touching the heavens
are the same thing

The good part is you can always find love;
the sad part is you don't always get to keep it

I asked for a shooting star
You, yourself, are a meteor shower

Ironic how you giving too much does not suffice
Maybe I have heard too much of the theory that happened near the Gulf of Mexico, that one which made all the dinosaurs extinct

*Meteorites ****

I am composed of the people I have met
And my heart aches knowing that most of them
Are the same people I have lost

If parallel universes are true
I will find the one
where I'll end up with you

Sometimes you just have to cling to something,
no matter how tiny that thing is

Because not having something to hold on to makes you fall for anything
& 'anything' is not necessarily a good thing