Your standards were high, but to you she was higher than the stars and you were failing to even reach past your palm and to her, you were no more than speck of dust that formed in the air she breathed.
In her you saw what you desperately needed, but she gave it to someone else and you when fell,she did not even stir in her lover’s arms.
Your cries were loud enough for her to hear but her mind had cast a shadow over your name and a wall around your voice, she did not hear you.
And now you look at the stars that fill her sky, but you were never meant to be a star, you were made to be an ocean, you touch the shores of many, and she was never made to touch one. You are one of few, and she is one of far too many
You were made to be a flower, but just not in her garden, your petals reached as far as hers, but hers where closer to another’s, and you outstretched as far as you could only for her to withdraw her stem. But flowers do not grow in envy of other flowers and you do not look at the stars and envy the way they shine because you were not made a star and you were not made to be hers.
