Big Bang
They ask me, “did she hurt you?” and all I can force myself to say is that she didn’t mean to.
That hearts are mending in different ways and if I am not the way then that is not her fault.
She follows a star much farther then mine but they shine just as bright.
I once bought her a flower and told her that she shines so bright
it would feed off her light but the flower died because my words
are only fiction spilling off my tongue.
And I didn’t mean to lie to her when I said that I would go to the moon and back,
but I can’t afford a spaceship and she wouldn’t wait for me to come back.
She was chasing that next pay check when I was just checking the weather
to see if I could walk into the park with her hand.
She was walking on the pavement in her summer dress and I,
with my battered sweater and used jeans with a broken smile across my face
walking aimlessly in the forrest. Or was time not by my side, when I told her
that my heart was a falling star with her name on it and she was not ready
to have that star falling into her space.
When I tell you that she didn’t mean to,
I mean to say that her heart wasn’t my matching puzzle piece.
Her future is not in mine but I still tell her that she is the most beautiful
creature I’ve seen until I see another one that passes me by.
I don’t move with purpose, I don’t walk with swift feet to find anything,
but to love and explore all I can. I didn’t lie when I told her she was the sun
to my flower; She’s just not the big bang that made my star.
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