You said that we
are doomed to be ******.
Because apparently,
somewhere along the way
of secret phone calls
at two am and
kisses out in the rain
before the school bell rang,
and all the secrets that we told,
and all the blood promises made,
we never thought to ask
each other for our names.

So we called each other
dreamer and star,
but star, I miss you.
Star, I love you.
Star, you are the brightest
star in my life and
I think that maybe,
just maybe somewhere
between our runs at dusk
and our walks til dawn
I might have fallen
in love with you.

But now you are gone,
and here I am, all alone...
waiting for a hero
that will never show.
Why'd you have
to meet the knife?
Why did you take your life
that night?
Why did I fall for someone
I knew would never stay?
Will I see you again one day?