His Infinity was Smaller

Just finished reading this book. Feeling cheesy. Cried for 15 minutes over Augustus Waters. I equally hate John Green as much as I love him.

Longing a future to arrive,
and a past to leave
Draw the moments of days before
and the memories shall weave

Too young, too fragile
too funny, too smart
never fair enough was it for him
to with this beautiful world part

He did not even know
how to properly drive cars
He stored his brilliance in tiny shiny jars
He could live all he wanted
but there was a fault in his stars.

-Alisha Khan

This is only for Augustus Waters, sorry, Hazel Grace. Still love you.