The Stars Above
I love you more than the stars above;
The more I love you, the less I love stars.
It took me months to figure out just how to profess my love.
I told you “I adore you.” Your eyes stayed locked on mars.
I’m just trying to keep up in this race,
I’m always competing for your one true love of space.
On cloudy nights, we do chores together.
I wash dishes, you talk above the clatter
About how the sun has created this bad weather.
I block out the crap you say about dark matter.
Late at night, while I’m asleep, you still look at the sky.
My love is tearing me apart, your love makes me cry.