Rose petals of shame its not the same.

I sit there and smile. Try not to cave in his style.

I've seem to be sown on by a needle so thin I

can't feel the seems. 

I am not sure why I am stuck in this circle, 

I don't want to continue, I really don't.

It's agonizing to see you, sitting across the earth,

wooden dark sea between us. I place myself in a metal stool.

I sit with lethargy. 

I don't shine, I cant make you orbit around me.

I can't be your shooting star. Even when to me you are

the birds that flood the sky,

you are the atmosphere that keeps this planet sane. 

I am unsure about our future but

I will admire from far as the sunflowers do for the sun.