Life is static.
The drone of the fan blades ******* in hot air on a muggy summer night,
The lull of the cicadas in the warm glow of the evening,
The rustling dance the leaves do to mimick the wind.
My head is tired but my mind's wide awake,
I can see so much beauty in the world where beauty is not often seen.
I evaluate the images like static getting ****** into a null void of black and white and specs of color all buzzing around and intertwining into a greater art.
I take everything in like static.
I lay in bed with my eyes wandering my room and staring back into my own soul.
Static.
All I see is static

We were a piece of art that reached its end, for every great artist knows when their work is finished.
We splattered our color across canvases of unknown territory.
We mixed together like water when it was time to blend.
We took all the tints, tones, and shades of our naked hues and collided them together into a collage of everything we're made of.
Our work was done and so now our days together remain a masterpiece hanging in the gallery of time
And our minds
And your ink still tattooed on my heart.
We are art.

Don’t ever.
Break.
A writer’s.
Heart.
They will take you and twist you every which way
Into their sardonic metaphors
And calamitous poetry
Until they finally have the heart again
To write you
-out.

You said we still had the stars
But you took them with you when you left.
Now It's dark
And we're constellations apart
And every night I cry
For the moon.

I’m tired.
Tired of looking for you
Tired of hoping for you
Tired of thinking about you
Writing about you
Dreaming about you
I’m just so tired.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.
I just want to sleep.
Why can’t the thought of you leave me
As easily as you did?
It clings to me like a lost child,
But that’s a lie.
Really, I cling to it
And **** on it
And play with it a while
Until it gets dark,
Then I haunt it
And I breathe it
And I just want to sleep
But my heart never rests
Because you awoke something in it
That no lullaby can put to bed.
But still I sing to it
And cradle it
And cry for it
Like a lost child.

At night
When I'm outside in the hollow darkness
I see your face in every burning star
And dying ember
That sheds it's ghost into the air.
When it rains
I feel drenched in every drip
Of the pain you left me with.
I remember you in watercolor
Splashed across my walls
My sheets
I'm stained by you
And yet left with nothing.
During the day
The clouds break up the sky
Like you broke me
Into a million pieces of grief
I'm shattered and lonely
and in disbelief
But soon the skies will open up
And swallow me whole
And I'll split into a million galaxies
Where you will inhabit
None of them.

Picking off pedals of Helios rays
With “I love you”s and “I love you not”s
You'd think we've come so far
From the time we were two astronauts.
Exploring each other’s universes
Until suddenly you pulled away and left me cold
Getting distracted by all the glitter of a shooting star
No longer seeing the sun as gold.

You took the oxygen tank with you
As life filled into your lungs
While you just drifted away with the heat of the sun
And I drifted away to the dark side of the moon,
Getting ****** into a black hole,
An uncharted doom,
And man, let me tell you,
Outer space is so cold
Where the void is as vast as fingers to grasp are few,
But now we've found each other again and again
Falling into patterns familiar but not the same
We are like two distant entities of an alien race
So connected at times,
But on two different planes,
Yet somehow we always find each other in outer space
As we collide like meteors from two different realms
Every time you crash into me
I’m overwhelmed

Picking off pedals of Helios rays
With “I love you”s and “I love you not”s
You'd think we've come so far
From the time we were two astronauts
As the solar system circles back around
Like the universal pull of the planets are theorizing a conspiracy with the stars
As if fates taken our destiny to somewhere out of reach
Forever is far away, but this galaxy’s ours.
A land where modern romance doesn't exist,
But something about the connection between two people does,
A gravity that pulls us down harder than the stuff we breathe on earth.
Yeah. This is something totally different.
Something we could never explain
But we keep circling around the tension
Until it dissipates
Into something disguising itself as passion
And there we go crashing again

Picking off pedals of Helios rays
With “I love you”s and “I love you not”s
You'd think we've come so far
From the time we were two astronauts
Perhaps it’s just a fire we've managed to light in space
Because love is the kind of gravity that doesn't exist
At least not here in this dimension,
Not in our world that is.
It’s the outcast of the group of kids
That is too scared to play spin the bottle
But they want so bad to fit in
So they spin
As they kick the engines of their spaceship into full throttle
With a nervous palm and moistened lips
Defying the laws of physics.
Or perhaps understanding difference would make all the difference
And acceptance for the weight of our gravity
The kind that can’t even be defined by space
And all the wonders of the stars and the Milky Way
And the constellations that we use to navigate each other
Through the depths of our eyes
And the meaning of that twitch in our cheeks
When we smile as if we've known each other longer than time
And that bottle's still spinning until it lands
On something we can call home
But until then we continue to drift in space
Just two astronauts
Together alone.