If we're all stars then I want to be a super nova Not just another white dwarf I want to be big and bright and expansive And I want to bring everything my warmth I don't want to be close to imploding At least not ever again I want to give life and shine and my heat To everyone I can But what happens when two stars collide I don't know if you know- They either **** each other quickly Or come together to grow And while I never want to collapse at all At least not any time near soon I tell myself I'll get close to anotherΒ star again And take a chance to see if we're immune To see if we could shoot across the sky Right past other lonely stars so far away Reaching new galaxies and planets Turning night cycles to day But that's only in perfect circumstances Where I find a perfect matching soul Because the other truth - the other option is that we'd both become black holes
The truth is I'm afraid.
Coming to terms with the realization that bettering my life by gaining a real adult career, focusing on bettering my health, and trying to be a more respectable, happier person overall isn't fixing my fear of commitment and love like I thought it would.