You are a walking galaxy of fossil stardust.
Every single atom in you- the calcium in your bones and the iron in your blood was created in 13 billion years ago.
Everything you can imagine, man-made or natural was composed of
atoms that originally born during the Big Bang or, from millions of supernovae explosions.
You are here,
you are alive because stars died;
it's that
simple.

He has a way with words and a habit of mistakes. Don't let him steal your heart, don't let him crush your soul. Save yourself, let him go.

Driving late at night. Coming home from the therapist,
or psychologist, I can never remember the difference.
The one that tries to make me talk about my feelings,
like I want to remember.

Late. 2am and we were coming back from that club,
He was a little tipsy and I was a lot tipsy and lights
and sounds streaked past us as the car sped towards
Home. Turner Boulevard.

I forget. I think I was drifting away, thinking about tests.
Sometimes I remember the way he gripped the wheel,
or how he was drumming his fingers along to the radio.
Right before the lights.

I came to in a hospital, my sister, asleep, head bent in fatigue
or prayer. The first words she said to me were, “I’m sorry.

Promise to kiss me
like Prince Charming.
And when the shoe doesn't fit,
Promise to love me like ******.
And I'll Promise to sweep
up the ashes
when the oceanic Heaven in your eyes
is scorched by what could've been.

Promise to keep the urn
of our almost eternal flame
on your mantle.
And when you get lonely,
Promise to spread me
on your bed sheets.
And I'll Promise to
rise
from the cinders
to make your heart flutter
the way it did when
you first Promised to love me.