would the stillness of the earth
be any stiller
if it stopped turning?

starry eyes are more than just
celestial
they are kaleidoscopical
refracting streetlight and splitting street lamps into galaxies

severed souls
carefully clustered
and then rapidly freed
amongst widely spread space

it wasn't their kaleidoscope eyes that had their broken hearts
falling apart at the seems,
but their lack of capability to
reflect another pair;
to reciprocate
emotion

perhaps the stillness of the earth
would be stiller
if we all stopped moving
to feel it turn

and perhaps your eyes are stars after all.

it's fall now --
but you probably call it autumn.
you've always loved that name.

you say it springs something in your mind,
something new, something wonderful.

you wanted a daughter with hazel eyes
to match the leaves
and a beautiful, bright smile,
the kind that melts ice
when it's zero degrees outside.

and you would never call her anything
not associated
with this season,
which i thought was funny,
because i've always loved the nickname
"pumpkin".

but none of that matters anymore,
because you're into winter now.

you like the cold,
and the wintry frost that blankets our town.

all your views have changed,
and you want to name our daughter death,
because now, that's all you ever
think about.

Your eyelashes curled, your words caught in a slur, your skirt is shorter than my shorts ever were, your tights are stuck and you're running out of luck, but so am I.

I've tried so many times that there was once that I lied and twice that I've almost died for you, you sit there in your bedroom staring up at all of the fake plastic stars on your ceiling, remind you of someone?

We used to write together and you wanted to hear my voice, but I didn't want you to. I loved you so much and I didn't have a choice, so I sang to you and my voice cracked; I was nervous. I was scared and I shouldn't have done that.

I'm getting writers block; I'm running out of ideas.
The papers are all mixed up and after all these years I'm finally giving up on you.

Your freckles were amazing, your pretty brown eyes were like chocolate, and your stupid high-top converse were so cute, but I'm moving on and yeah we use to be best friends, but I haven't seen you in forever so I'm done.