who knows what you mean to me now?
you're like the moon. always there; always on my mind.
and you're so damn beautiful.
but maybe
you're just a big rock. floating in space.
maybe you're not mystical. maybe you're nothing but dust.
maybe not the magical kind.

and maybe i have no fucking clue where i'm going with this
and i just need to just sort it out.
but the image of your dark eyes clouds my vision
of where i stand and where i am heading.
and i am just lost.