I was having bad dreams
My lungs wouldn’t fuel my voice when I tried to scream
And then I’d rise from my bed and I swear I was seeing the same thing
There was a time
When you made me feel like I was made of constellations
When gray days meant being warm with you
But now the sun doesn’t seem bright enough
The horizon is pavement and cul-de-sacs
I stopped looking to the sky
It was hopeless to find creatures and shapes amongst the clouds
I just wanted you to take care of me the way I took care of you
I wanted to matter to you the way you did to me
I flash forward ten years and see little league weekends
No passion just expectation
Going through the cookie cutter milestones
But as much as I want this
I choose me
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