that's you
"a lustrous rainbow-like
play of color"
an oil slick
a soap bubble
a precious stone
different lights
differential refractions
light waves
dark fringes
brings a new hue out of you.
i guess freshman physics
taught me a lot.

oh darling,
you must understand
i never meant for it to be like this
never meant for it to be us
locking eyes
and quickly looking away.

oh darling,
you must believe me when i say
you're merely a figment
of my wild imagination
you don't exist
and if you do -
well it's in my mind

but darling,
don't worry
i'll look for you in
the crescent moon eyes
of a real boy
to call my own.

for the first time that night
i screamed
i mourned
i bawled
over the loss of your heart.

i asked him
why
why speak with such
sharp words
and exact phrases?

why must it matter so much?
in turn, he quoted twain
cupping my cheeks and saying
"the difference between the right word
and almost the right word
is the difference between lightning
and a lightning bug"
he held his tongue in search for
the perfect word.

and i told him,
love
dear
darling
speak in the vernacular
for we all share the same blood.

sorry love,
i hate to break it to you
but we are all just minds
skirting around the idea
called the truth
instead,
we mask it
and veil it
with these tools
we call words
and in turn
the euphemisms
of our raw
thoughts
are diluted
and strained
and
never
to
be
taken
seriously.

"my god"
how conceited
how vain
how naive
of you to believe
that you're the only one
who feels pain
come back to earth
isn't the lack of oxygen
getting to that head of yours?

Maybe the stars are sad too
singing bright
with their tears.
paralyzed with sadness and
unable to move

maybe they’re sad
seeing each others’ beauty
but never their own
sad because they’ll never touch
sad because they’re stuck
in a cold, dark vacuum
that we call space.

maybe we’re all just stars.