Celestial

You were this brillant meteor
Hurling down towards me with the purpose of God
And all I could do was kneel and pray it wouldn't be over soon
Every atom that that burned off of you and fizzled into existence had more life then me in my entire body
And now I know why girls showed off their hickeys in gym locker rooms
It was proof
And now I know why I'm bearing my naked soul for all the world to see
Its my proof
Proof that you lived and breathed
Proof
That you smiled just once and all of God's angels fell down to Earth
So of course he had to take you back
How else was He suppose to feel alive again?
Because now I know
Death isn't when your heart stops beating
Or air stops creeping in your lungs
Death is when you just don't care anymore
And I was so caught up planning the future that never was
That I never noticed
The day that I died
I'm growing old with my bold age
Because the truth is I'm not 18
Wafting off smells of untainted youth
The world's potent bait
I'm just 10 long years past my prime of 8
8
Eight was when the higher your weight the better, 'cause it was just another high score under your name right?
Eight was when you scraped your knees down to the bare bone and you cried for 5 minutes
But laughed for 10
Because for those 2 seconds before you hit the ground you could fly and look my insides are coming out so I must be alive
Eight was when strong, sensible adults like me and you dreamed that we could fly
Eight was when we stopped growing up and started growing old
Stashing away nuggets of bitter and jaded for our pessimist pension plan
But not you
You held on to 8 like you somehow knew
It was your last chance
And now your dead at 24
And I'm the living dead at 18
Wishing I could carve out my heart and plant it on the altar of whatever sick, cosmic joke is running this show
Because if I died today people would cry for what I could've been
But you died in the world of yesterdays and people are crying for what you are
You are
You're that hollow spot we curl up at night
You are
you're that sore I won't stop poking at 'cause I'm scared you'll heal and go away
Then what else will I have to remember you by