a wish on plastic stars

Though the stars on my ceiling aren't real.
But when I imagine a shooting star it feels like a big deal.
Although now since the battle i waged with a women with no feelings is over.
I can only wish to amend the pain I caused the innocent bystander.
For I am in love with her.
But since the fresh wounds still remain shes scared to start to a gaining love.
All I can do is wish for the once beautiful women I called my own.
But as I sit under these plastic stars wailing and moaning in agony.
I should remember I deserve it what's the matter with me.
I remembered what a famous poet said.
If you make a mistake over and over and over again it stops becoming a mistake.
I've made to many of those and I'm drowning in that lake.
Along with thinking of a sunset and watching it to often it just becomes 6pm
All I can do is wish for my love back.
For she doesn't want me back...