she's the girl you meet
when you're young and reckless

you meet her when
you were expecting another pack of cigarettes
to add to your chain smoking addiction

everyone leaves her
because she is the epitome of
fuzzy blankets
reckless abandon
hopeful sunsets
long terms
unconditional love

and after they realize
the depth of the scars on her heart
they're gone
no explanation

"someday you'll find someone who deserves you"
"don't give up on love because of me, they're not all this bad"
and the worst,
"you're still my best friend"

until someone realizes
she is content with imperfection

she will always be alone

Never take shelter in another human being—
we are weak foundations
no comfort within
because we all break, splinter, crumble
at some point,
concerned not where our rubble falls
and not who it destroys
but if it falls safely

You paused to look at me as if you were browsing a book shelf
and your fingers brushed ever so slightly across my skin
hesitating, lingering, at my spine.

Then you chose me
you laid me down and opened me up
it wasn’t easy because not many have read me before.

Your eyes looked me up and down, side to side
taking it all in,
engorging yourself.

You licked your fingers before you turned my pages
for a steadier and more meaningful grasp.
You said paper cuts were pretty
and that they were safe with you.

But then,
you read something you didn’t like
slammed the book shut
and shoved it back on the shelf.

I have always felt familiar with the stars—
the nights I’m saddest,
happen to be the nights they are brightest.
And it leaves me to wonder
maybe there is an afterlife
in the sky
but not in Heaven,
except among the stars.

Don’t you find it all too curious
that the population of people
who have ever existed on Earth,
is all too similar,
to the amount of starry specks in our sky?

And why is it,
that each time a friend of mine has passed
I notice something brighter
among the clusters in space.

If this is the after life,
waiting,
I’m no longer afraid.

I thought I found the diamond in the rough,
and maybe I did
I just didn't think
that your sharp edges would cut so deep,
I can't say they didn't warn me,
beauty is pain.

As we kissed
the constellations in the skies,
started disappearing one by one
and reappearing in his eyes.

I stumbled back
and looked with wonder,
an entire galaxy twinkled in his iris
but I spared myself from the inhuman lure.

Maybe he was a galaxy,
he was still not my world.

And as clouds formed, all I wanted was you.
And as rain poured, you walked away.
Down my cheeks, clouds where emptied.
Down my chest, a heart was broken.

The sky has never been so blue.