I hope you drown on the West coast horizon.
I hope the ocean finally takes you.
I hope that when you come around in the morning
One of us isn’t here to see your
Blinding bright sunlight screaming through
the barricade of my tightly squeezed eyelids.
I hope one of us wonders why
My eyes are no longer open to
The brilliance of you and
Wondering why you haven’t
settled next to me.
I hope the moon is in the sky
The entire day and you and I don’t
Ever cross our paths again.
You burn me. Prolonged exposure.
Too bright, too high in the sky
Combined with too low, too small, not good enough.
So pass me by, you giant orb of ever-expanding gas
And wonder as you fly over me
Why I’m no longer hovering around
Mistaking orbit for relationship
Like Pluto before we found out
He didn’t belong.
I’ll find another gravitational pull
To get sucked into.
Another universe to sign my name to.
Pass over me, alone in the sky
All along wondering why I haven’t tried to hold your hand.
I've been burned before for trying to take lesser stars
from their place above me.
The scars on my hand prove that you were just another one.
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