What more can I do?

Am I not a beautiful bloom?

I’ve been growing, reaching, yearning

Like a daisy chasing the sun

What makes you untouchable? Unattainable?

Is it me?

Am I the crooked puzzle piece of this fantasy? The awkward, unwanted flower you can’t bear to have in your bouquet?

Am I just another star?

Burning, dying in an attempt to be seen by you.

You’ve always been near me, separated only by my fear and your rejection.

See me, I beg

Give me a reason to hope in us

YoU nEVeR dO

It makes me hate you

I shouldn’t hate an angel,

But then again, you never were one.