with every glance towards you, my heart is frantic.

 running a lap around the moon, asking each star, “is this okay, I am I asking for heartbreak?”

am i going to be left with the abyss that carries only the absence of every spark of light?

tear it out of me, still beating, say you no longer care for my poetry, say how i make you wish you never met me, say how my heart makes you sick, do whatever you please, for my heart knows no bounds of where to place my love, but i don't regret giving you my soul.