I had too many stars in my eyes to recognize the red flags, too much love for you to notice all the warning signs. And I realized that I had a blind spot when it came to you, chose to see the magic instead of the chaos. I was so fixated on the beautiful parts of us, I pretended not to see the ugly. All the uncertainty, it was never about me. The stars died a long time ago, I just pretended they were alive and well.