Bigger than the moon

There are things bigger than the moon, I said.

Bigger than the moon you said.

Don't make me disposable just yet, give me time to choose comfort and familiarity. When I'm twenty four, the scent of your breath will leave my lungs. Your stray hairs I won't find strangled in my pillow cases any more. I feel uneasy, I know my current realities will strain themselves to keep up with tomorrow. They get watered down and turn into some sort of diluted dream. So heavily polluted with things that were, against things that were never, tangled into things that are.

Bet that I will choose comfort every single time, over the nervous newness of someone else. I will convince myself that backwards is the best that I can do. I have nothing to prove though, oh no not one bit. I never wanted for us, I wanted for me. Do you know how hard that is to admit? And maybe it was the same for you too. You wonder why you love me so much and I wonder why I can't love me at all.

There are things bigger than your room, than the people on the outskirts of town you choose as your friends.

There are bigger things, bigger than me.

I feel so small under your fingers.

You can't love me bigger than the moon, there are so many bigger things.