(be)inghuman
(at) times, is hard
but pl(ease) recall
(you)'ve come so far
these losses (are)
(not) all you are . . .
kaleidoscopic reservoir
with blood that pumps
our long (lost) stars
so thank the sky
for every scar and
hug the ones that
break (you)r heart
for what you (are)
is all you see;
you came to
bruise in
(galaxies)