When I was younger, all I ever dreamt of was touching the stars
and holding them in my hands,
feeling the warmth and the beauty that was so bright and blinding
it almost hurt to look at.
I wanted to know what that felt like.
I thought that if a car drove fast enough, it could reach the sun
and if a plane flew high enough, it would take me to the stars.
Now I know that the stars burn your fingertips
and if you touch the sun, you die.
I don't think I'll ever understand why
something that looks so beautiful
and pure can be so deadly up close.
I was always taught to be realistic
but sometimes I can't help but think that we deserve
to have beautiful things.
Maybe this is why I was silly enough to believe in you.