I am small
compared to all these super novas surrounding me.
Because who knows the name of the light that stands next to the North Star?
Who knows the face of the one holding the spotlight on the dancers agile body.
Who even sees the girl huddled inside the blanket watching the tan girls play soccer.
I am small.
I am forgettable.
Tell me the specific things you love about me or don't tell me you love me at all.
because love without reason means nothing.
a wretched habit that shreds my heart into thinking
"I am small, I am forgettable, I am not enough."