You made the moon come up and you let the stars show in the night sky.
You told me I was your favorite pattern.
I was only your favorite pattern after you broke my heart.
You said I was your favorite star.
I fell too hard and I was too soft for you to catch or too big for you to wish for.
And you were too busy to watch me fall.
You said you loved my smile.
You were the one who washed it away.
Then, all of a sudden you left.
Without a word only to make your mind forget and your heart happy.
I could barely breathe.
When I saw you.
With her.
God knows,
I would’ve packed
my bags and traveled
the whole world twice.
Just to hear you say you love me….
And here’s to you who found a way.
Come back to me this time, tell me you love me and say “I do.”
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