You were like a god,
Breathing kiss stained nebulas into my mouth,
Singing spinning galaxies into the air,
Running your star fingers through my hair.

You were like the sun,
Flaring nuclear anger now and then,
But I was your heavenly body and you were my light,
You were what once gave my happiness and life.

But I was like the moon,
Starstruck by the energy in your beams,
Heartbroken from the planets you picked over me,
Heartbroken because you rarely lit the whole of me.

I was like the moon,
I’m always trying to roam away from you,
But I can’t help circling my way back to you,
Despite knowing that in all you’re light,

There’s a blackhole waiting to bloom.