Texas Skies

My type has always been ‘beautiful and out of reach’
Boys that have never given me a second glance,
girls that see me as another blur in the crowd,
and the stars.
I ache to hold the night sky
My heart breaks under my need to kiss the lights: 
The only stability I’ve known. 
But even the stars change 
and I’ve developed a fear of the dark
I’m drained by love I’ll never experience
outside of my dreams