You're a star,
Twinkling from afar,
In someone else's sky.
You're the water,
Falling from a cactus,
In someone else's desert.
You're the wine,
Being poured out,
In someone else's glass.
You're a good kiss,
Placed perfectly,
In someone else's mouth.
You're the fire,
Burning red,
In someone else's branches.
You're the waves,
Hitting the sand,
Of someone else's shore.
You're a heartbeat,
The line art of living,
Not only in someone else's life,
But also in mine.
You chose her,
She chose you,
It's perfect.
Now I don't know,
Where to stand,
And where to place,
Stuck in universe's,
Empty space.
To let you go,
Is like letting go of a dream,
That once taught me how to fly.
It seems like I'm a dressed up pilot,
Falling in love, flying a plane,
Then realizing of not thinking,
Of learning how to land.
It's a tragedy.
Imagine, crashing,
Over and over again,
With your mind saying,
"This is too much",
But you just can't stop!
Not because you're enjoying it,
But because something is pushing you,
To do things that you'll regret.
There are billions of people out there,
And here I am,
Hating myself for falling for you,
Without knowing when and how to land,
Where to place, and how to stop,
Because it feels like flying when I drop,
Loving you feels like crap.
It's painful.