I miss the way you believed in the stars,
how you sent them your wishes
and forgot all your scars.

I miss the way you would bask in the sun,
hiding from the darkness
replacing it with fun.

I miss how you loved with all your might,
and believed you were worthy
of a love just as bright.

I miss how you held the belief
that the world was good
and she had no teeth.

But I have grown and forgotten,
allowed my pain to fester
and turn the world rotten.

I have succumbed to my scars:
no longer dancing outside
and wishing on stars.

I no longer bathe in the sun’s light,
but hide in the shadows
to stay out of sight.

My love for the world has been altered.
I cannot see past my pains;
my wonder has faltered.

But, I promise to be better for us.
to remember your smile
and regain your trust.

To look at me the way
you looked at the stars.