Is it because no one ever took you seriously?
That you feel the need to make others feel as low?

Lately I've had a hard time doing things
The things I used to love
Like reading, writing, talking
Have become dull

Lately I've had a hard time caring
Apathy has latched its arm around mine
And every day we walk together
Every step taken
More of me is drained

I’m trying
But it’s hard
It’s hard to do
Things

Living has become a hassle
My bed has become a puzzle
And I feel like it’s the only place I fit in

I see those around me
They live their lives
They seem so happy

Why can't I be like that?
When did I become like this?
*What’s wrong with me?

Let me write about you

Be the ink in my pen
The muscle pulls behind my key strokes
The block of marble which my words chip away at
until you stand rivaling David

I want to break you down into syllables
And string you back together
in a flurry of metaphors, similes, and adjectives

So when I compare you to the cosmos
Tell you how your eyes are like stars
And somewhere is a constellation looking to be completed

You’ll believe for once that beauty is something you are capable

I took every memory we ever made
And ground them up
Grounded them up
Until they were a fine powder
Then I mixed that powder with ink and put in a pen
With that pen I wrote
I wrote and I wrote and I wrote
Until the pen ran out of ink
The product that I was left with those memories that were once dead
brought back to life
Everything I tried to remembered but forgot
Everything I tried to forget but couldn't
If only getting over you was actually this easy

I've convinced myself
That we weren't meant to be
Just two stars that happened to cross each other's path
So as I traveled through space
I  searched for a planet to orbit around that would change my path
Then I could follow your path of stardust to the edge of the universe

Your mind is like a maze
I wouldn't mind getting lost in.
I'd purposefully take every wrong turn just so I could wander in your thoughts for just a little bit longer.
Your eyes are stars
and somewhere is a constellation looking to be completed.
Our lips are like clouds
and when it rains
you can find the spark you've been looking for when they touch.