your eyes were made of finely crushed stardust that glimmered mesmerizingly when you told me in this moment, that you felt so incredibly alive being with me.
your voice held the fiery passion of the sun and the enrapturing tranquility of the moon when you whispered all those sweet nothings in my ear.
your tears were the milky way, ever flowing with a certain iridescent grace as we shared our goodbyes, a meteor shower of lost hope raining upon us.
you were a galaxy within yourself, this incredible beacon of vitality that i desperately clung to, yet was forced to leave behind for a course to find a far off one of my own. and all that we have now are black holes where our hearts should beat, and the tragedy of being star-crossed lovers.

the city burned,  fire lighting up the night sky.
the bright cascade of red, orange, and yellow
flowing through the sky
a soft sheet of embers covered the city
the warm colors and burning whisper
covering the screams
but even as I sit there
listening to the beautiful burn
the chaos at my feet
a warm sensation heating my fingertips
i feel alone
a menacing darkness
black
overcrowding the safest parts of my mind
times like these beg for company
a cry for security and safety

i stand
and walk away
for colors such as these
only bring with them
a remembrance of my
october solitary

he sits, his hands in his lap
the lust bleeding from his eyes
all I can do
Is watch him daze
his heartbreak visible from miles away
to observe every tear stained cheek
to flinch at every drunk ‘I love you’
that slips from his mouth
and to watch the sky
and count all the stars
for everytime we’ve been here before
and for all the times, that we’ll be back

my coat pockets are lined with fur
the kind that is not there for comfort
but for style
she keeps her hand in there, not for warmth
but for the comfort of company
for that strange company that everyone wishes for
only in the night
we walk through the woods
and the bright moon begins to outshine the sun
the beauty of  light in darkness overpowering even the noon sky
she stares up at the moon
and says
“that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I smile and agree, though
I’m not looking at the moon