Nothing is Wrong

Friends is All I'm Good For.

For a long time I thought I was the one with my head in the clouds, uncertain that I wanted to come back down to Earth. You see, I had this dream... This dream of not being me.
And then I swiped right on a astronaut, forgot how far down the ground really was, and let him take me up into the stars.
Your presence made me forget that I was busy trying to forget myself. Gave me false hope in the realization that maybe I'm not what people want, maybe I'm just the star you see after its already died, maybe I'm a black hole that sucks up everyones feelings and leaves behind empty husks of planets. But someone out there could still love me.
Or maybe that was you, some alien hellbent on portraying themselves as a space explorer. What if your seeds of false hope bred the black hole? What if your words opened up a cosmic shift inside of me and when you didn't like the outcome you threw me back down to Earth, let the atmosphere swallow me up whole and gave nothing back in return?
Did you ever think of that? With your planets youve conquered running down your arm and your ideas of love that are vastly different from my own. Maybe I'm selfish, but at least I have enough left from the fall to realize that me telling you I can't be friends with an alien I'd fallen for, let you drop me back down into gravity with a few short words, to know that while I can't work with planet obsessed explorers, maybe I can work with another exploded star, because after all: Friends is all I'm good for isn't it?