Your eyes are not the oceans
They never will be to him
And his face doesn't light up when you walk into the room
Because you are not the one he wants
The shape of your fingers will never remind him of a perfect puzzle
As they were never petite enough to let him hold
You will never be his metaphoric love
Or the spark that lights his fire
You are not his everything
And he is not yours
He is not your world or your galaxy or the stars in your dark soul
So stop letting him be