The melancholy her thoughts foster within me is but beauty too complicated to fathom.
Her thoughts wander my worries to her dm where I find that heart eye emoji that rocks my
fears to bed.
The moment I leave, the fear grips me,
endlessly lurking behind the corners of what may not be – us. Or could she be – gone?
Leaving me with hunger for her stars eyes and how they lit my dreams up with so much brightness that I think it reality.
But in reality, my reality lacks the reality of you.
Hence the chaos;
if you’re not here and I’m not dear, how do I feel so much care, and so much fear that her stars could leave me in the dark.