I thought he was a star and I was a planet,
because it seemed like that's how it was.
It was almost as if I were made for him.
But that's not how things work.
I am not made for him. I am made for me.
It took me a while to figure that out
he is not the center of the universe,
My mental health is more important
then trying to be accepted by someone who
wouldn't give me a second thought.
I only need to worry about my needs,
not anyone else's.