You say you see
comets in my eyes.
They spark to life
and quickly die
like the light that
used to ignite
inside my chest.
A starshine fire that
would burn at the edges
of a darkness that seeps
through the cracks of
my atmospheric breaths.
My lungs collapse like
planets that come to rest
in the black hole that grows
inside my heart;
what I once could love,
falls apart.