Im sorry you are so temporary
you are like ghost fading through the walls
writing I love you on the pain with ashes
soft words written with death
im sorry we were nothing more than ashes
I am sorry
I will stop hiding in a burned down home
I will stop carving hearts into the charred bed frame
I will stop falling on all of the shattered support beams jutting out of your ribs
I will stop putting up stick on stars onto your empty black ceiling
I am done trying to paint constellations into your black hole eyes
my dear I love you like a martyr loves their bible
but you starved me of light
My constellation girl was just a supernova
beautiful and dripping with death