The moon danced with the stars all her nights until she met the sun. In transfixed passion, they began to dance together until one day, the moon tripped and fell and the sun didn't catch her in time. Now, they barely speak due to distance, but she always catches glimpses of him.
"I still love him," she tells the stars.
"I wonder if he still loves me, too."
-s.r.b.

Miles upon miles
slither along old,
forgotten bends and
dance with evening
tides.

You exist across
the vast exploits
of their secret
vices.

I exist among
the roots of
their *****, deplorable
deeds.

One day, we
will encounter each
other's beings and
visions.

And what a day that will be.
-s.r.b.

A new age beauty of
liquor filled livers and cigarette killers
quickly spread across the lands
in supernova outbursts of
dulled out color.
A new age attraction of
bones and bruises followed
in a broken down
dysfunction of order.
A new, "Hello, beautiful,"
quickly served out to those
unstable in a fine delicacy.
-s.r.b.

I kissed you as the stars fell because I knew it better depicted our love than anything else could. We shined so brightly so quickly, but like all beautiful things, we turned into shambles. I swear though, I never felt more love than our one o'clock screaming phone calls and alcoholic lullabies.
-s.r.b.

Though I am merely a young girl with a wounded soul and a tattered heart, I promise that I have truly fallen in love with you--a work of art.  All my life, I was afraid to make the jump with a fearless, open arm attitude.  I was afraid I'd crash and burn; I was afraid to mess up your perfectly placed pieces.  In all my solo act performances, never once did I think I would ever have a partner to sweep me off my feet and take me to new heights, but now, I am soaring over boundaries that were never before attainable.  You've embraced me to join your assortment of colors to see which hues and shades we could create.  You've written me into your melodic masterpieces to show that we are one in a world of malfunction.  Hand in hand, we were molded for one another in the way our bodies shape together in statuesque perfection.  Perhaps it may just be my imagination, but you--you, my love--are the stars inside of me exploding into a light show of auras and I can only hope I am the same for you.
-s.r.b.