I won’t dream if you don’t want me to.
I swear I’ll stop being a fraction of your life if you so much as whisper the words.
Tell me to let you go and I might wander back up that cliff;
But I cross my heart that you’ll be the last one on my mind.

You might not realize,
but my life doesn't orbit around you.
You may be my gravity, with enough friction to hold me perfectly still,
but without you I am still alive.
A pure shriek of blackness will strike over,
but that’s still a form of reality.