Truth in stars

I write truth in secrets meant only for you.
I wrote them under your bed so you'd never sleep alone
on the nights the stars forgot to shine and tell you
"It'll be okay"

I guess you'll never understand the emphasis
I put into trust that I still find underneath
what we pretended to be for a little while,
till the stars shot across the sky in a suicide.

You know, I'll still be your shooting star.
I'd burn my lights brighter for you screaming
"It will be more then okay you will be loved!"
as I engulfed my own existence to strengthen yours.

Just remember, when there are no lights shining
I'm still out there somewhere, writing truths for you,
Putting them in bottles hoping you'll read them
realizing that I wasted every shooting star on you.