I am trying to write a poem
about the way stars shine
but I keep realizing
that what we call stars
is really only light,

and I am trying to write a poem
that isn't about you
but I keep realizing
that what I thought of as you
was only the parts you cared to show,

and I am trying to believe in magic
and miracles
but I keep realizing
that I am only wishing on light
and the word love has a definition that fits in the dictionary.

why don't you sleep?
why don't you take the leap?

what makes you so afraid?
why does your life fade?

without your beauty sleep,
you will be a creep,
with purple circles
and no miracles.

nothing helps you,
nothing keeps you,
you are alone,
and all along you've known.