"Gravity, a Constant"

I've been dreaming of,
Floating out in space.
Just an object in the vacuum.
Great blackness swallow me up.

I could embrace the day,
when gravity gives up.
And my feet leave the ground.
I'm tired of all the fighting.

I can't keep this up.
Can't keep running at this pace.
Trying to save the tattered pieces.
Sew them back together.

With all the words I,
Never knew, and never could use.
I'm saying all that I can.
But my lungs won't let me breathe.

It doesn't matter what I say,
I could read the dictionary aloud,
And we wouldn't change a bit.
It's too late to try again.

And now I'm repeating,
like a broken record, stuck,
on a single phrase,
that hidden meaning, oh so clear.

All we had is lost,
And you don't want to look,
For even the smallest bit,
of the time we spent together.

Did my rocket ship,
fly too close to the sun?
Caught fire, exploded, mid-mission.
Leave me stranded in orbit?

Gravity can't bring me down,
I could fall like a shooting star
Streak of fire in your sky.
But you won't wish for it.

-My dreams haven't been about space actually. But the rest closer to the truth.