Oh no, you weren't my
lullaby singer, my troubadour, but
in my darkest nights I
knew I could count on you
always.
Always there with your eager
words (eager hands), with your
incessant desire for more,
(always more) and that's when I
knew
you were the one I needed.
The way you were crushing
on other meaningless girls was
something
I could easily overlook.
You were here and it
was all that mattered to me.
And the sour feeling in my heart
was
not important (right?) But then,
why are you the world to me, when
I am only one tiny star in the
constellation of your life? In my bed,
at night, (every night), I wish I am
wrong.