When I get to Saturn,
Feet as sure as stars,

I’ll cry out in a voice,
Not a blemish or a scar,

“I’ll do it right this time”
No mistakes or misspelt words.

I won’t forget my backpack,
Cut my sandwiches in thirds.

I won't hurt anyone like I did in the last place,
This orbital acquittal for my crime.

I’ll love the right people, in the way they deserve.
And I’ll hold them for the right amount of time.

See, Earth is a write-off for me
I just did it all wrong

I tried until I bled and shook
This desert’s where I belong

I’ll wear this ring like a holy chaplet
My sins ice, dust, and rock

My memories sullied yellow
I leave them past the airlock

My mistakes can't reach to Saturn,
Though their fingers are thick and strong

I can’t break anyone from here,
My arms just aren’t that long.

There are no decisions here to fail,
No stanzas left to rhyme.  

Just me and all these moons saying,
“She’ll do it right this time.”

I was born with a gaping hole deep inside of me.
None can see it, for it is hidden from sight.
But if you look inside, you can see the gape within.
I am a ravenous creature inhabiting this body.
I hunger for something that none can ever offer.
This hole within me is a bottomless pit.
So consumed by this nothingness that eats me from inside, sometimes I wonder if I’m dead or alive.
I am an abyss that will **** you in, but my hunger shall never cease.
How can I be free of that which is me ?

She's XY beautiful,
but she'll be my ex,why?
Cos not all love is so beautiful."

"Her kisses were like ivy,
and our love sickness put me on an IV"

So said the lonely man who spoke,
"love used to lay besides me, now it
only wants everyone else, besides me"

You sit beside the darkened waters
and gaze upon your visage.
Those eyes of yours have me imprisoned.

As I speak, you look away.
My love for you burns as much as
Persephone longs for the light of day.
Yet, you cast me aside,
an echo to your vanity.

As our final kiss subsides, you throw me to the hounds
of your ravenous lies.
Trapped within the gates,
I let them devour me.
Consume my corpse til your hunger is satiated,
only for you to ravage me again.
Within you, I rot away.

My best friend doesn’t talk very much,
He listens sometimes, nods his head and such.

He sleeps all day, loudly most times,
Unbothered by me or nickels or dimes.

He smells damp, his feet are warm
Circled next to my head when my mind is a swarm.

My best friend always knows what to say
If the piles of stones in my head start to weigh.

In that, he doesn’t talk, or even really touch,
He just listens sometimes, nods his head and such.