I keep thinking,
'It's all going to end anyways, so what's the point?'

But then I picture your star drunk

Eyes resting upon mine in the moonlight.

I don't understand what deemed

Me fit to witness the beautiful depths

Of those eyes.

And if I'm looking to resist

The things I'm feeling, i will never come out victorious,

For these feelings are feelings

That demand and scream

To be felt.

- (m.m)