And my god it's going to be impossible
To find someone to love now.

Because before
All I had to do
Was find someone who held
A little bit of her
In them.

Her smile or
The way she glanced my way.
The toss of her hair or
The way she bit her lip.

But now
Look at me.
A mess.

It appears I must have fallen.

Because while I'm searching for her
I find myself looking for more of you.

I can't love you
In the way that I want to

And that kills me.

And I just can't close
My eyelids.

I can't turn off
My mind.

You will always be
The most pure form of art
To me.

My dear
You deserve
The Milky Way.
And I am
But a star.