I CAN’T EVEN THINK OF YOU WITHOUT FEELING LIKE MY CHEST IS CAVING IN
YOU WERE EVERYTHING AND NOTHING THAT I’LL EVER NEED
YOU LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS A MASTERPIECE
BUT MAYBE I WAS JUST PROJECTING.
YOUR SMILES COULD LIGHT UP ROOMS AND I WAS A VACUUM,
TAKING IN EVERY STRAY PIECE THAT I COULD GET AHOLD OF.
HOW SELFISH OF ME,
TO THINK THAT YOUR STARRY EYES COULD EVER STRAY EARTH-BOUND,
COULD EVER STRAY TO ME.
NEITHER OF US HAVE EVER BEEN FANS OF GRAVITY,
BUT WHILE I WAS DREAMING YOU WERE CREATING
AND SUDDENLY YOU WERE ON THE MOON WHILE I WASN’T EVEN TAKING OFF.
IT’S BEEN A YEAR AND I’M STILL WRITING POEMS ABOUT YOU.
IT’S BEEN A YEAR AND I STILL HAVEN’T HEARD BACK FROM YOU.
HEY, MAN IN THE MOON,
I ******* MISS YOU.