the stars cling to the darkness in hopes of staying seen forever. every time the sun comes up they fade away as if they were never there. perhaps that's the way you see me. i'm there in your darkest hours but the second you find some light in your life it's like the constellations we built cease to exist. they mean nothing when you're ravishing in golden rays while i disappear entirely into something that can't be seen, almost like i'm already a million years dead.
