don’t ever let anyone tell you
your hands aren’t the stars
your mouth isn’t the sun
your lips aren’t supernovas

don’t ever let anyone tell you
your mind isn’t cataclysmic
your thoughts can’t stop time
your actions can’t create earthquakes

because when your feet pound the pavement
when your breath comes in gasps
when you can’t stop blinking
seeing, hearing,
feeling

you are a cumulonimbus existence
of thunder and lightning

he is not your own little universe,
bottled up

you
are
the universe