When two cars crash it is a cataclysmic event,
Glass shatters,
Airbags burst.
Things break.
People break.  
There is tragedy.
When two cars crash there is a crack and shards fly.

Look up at the sky during a car crash,
The glass in the sky twinkles like stars
And how beauty can found in something so broken is beyond me.

But look up at the sky.
See the stars twinkle like the shine in your eye,
It is beautiful.

When two atoms crash,
Energy is released,
Heat is given off,
Light is blinding.
Bonds break.

But look up at the sky after an atom collision.
The light you see is from that horrible thing.
The beauty is blinding.
How something so catastrophic could be so beautiful is beyond me.

But the stars shine bright with chemical reactions
And atoms colliding.

Someone somewhere crosses a ‘t’.
Someone somewhere dots their ‘i’.
How something so mundane could become beautiful is beyond me.

Look up at the sky.
The crashing of two things is never good,
It ends in pain,
Or sorrow, Or brokenness.
Every time.

But when two souls crash?
When two hearts collide?

Lay down and look up at the sky,
Rest your head on my chest
And someone once told me love is always reckless.

So look up at the sky,
Tell me, what do you see?
Stars?

Those reactions that created our universe were reckless
They were random
And how beauty can be found in something so reckless is beyond me.

Look up at the sky I tell you,
What do you see I ask.
“A moon,” you say,
“A moon as skinny as a sliver.”

You rest your head on my chest.
I tell you to look at that moon,
“Remember it,” I tell you,
“As long as it floats in the sky, our love, this everlasting perpetual love, will never die.”

Because how can something so mundane,
A rock in space,
Be beautiful.
I understand.

Just a set of eyes that crinkle when you smile,
Teeth that turn up at the corners when you grin,
Ears that perk up at your name,
Lips that curl to the touch of mine.
All placed atop a face.

How could something so mundane be beautiful?
Because it is not mundane.
It is not cataclysmic.
It is not reckless.

What it is,
is love.

I don't remember how to breathe
It's mostly best if I could leave
How could I still believe
I was told "C'est la vie"
I'm always known as naive
You never failed to deceive
I really thought you'd help relieve
I was never able to perceive
Until I realized
You're make-believe

Deep in my psyche
There's a poetry thirst
Dry are my thoughts
In wind storms of words

My heart is a desert
Of blistering heat
My mind is crawling
Towards a salty sea

And there at the edge
Of an ink-less abyss
I so hunger
And thirst
Just to write
And to live
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