‪I never had anyone to talk to when I was a kid ‬
I found home in the mirror of my reflection
I think now I learned I was talking to you
My reflection looking back at me
My perfect mirror



My soul cries, everyday
Reminiscent of the times before the big bang
When i was stardust in the night

Ive only gotten as close as the taste upon your lips
And when we wake in the morning
Standing in my room
Facing two separate mirrors
The distortion of my body to your soul and mine to yours leaves me a stranger in my own temple

I stretch a lot now
I'm always uncomfortable
Continuously growing familiar with the autonomy that is mine
Even if my soul knows of the entire galaxy

And the closest I've gotten to going back home, in the space that is the milky way galaxy
Is when you lay your head upon my chest as i run my fingers through your hair
As my heart rate beats with an extra step
The doctors say its irregular,
But I think it's my bodies way of letting me know that time is a gift given best unwrapped

Sort of like when I taste Venus between your legs

I'm not sure who's in more pain any longer..
I'm not sure if this pain is necessary for growth

I'm not sure if the manifestation of our stars were meant to show us the uglier parts of ourselves
I'm not sure if these growing pains will end

I'm not sure if the Supernova that is you will be the end of me,
Or I to you

I'm not sure if I could have all three
Mind, body, spirit,

I took only half a gram of psilocybin and felt my throat gag up...
Until euphoria rushed through my body.
Until it overtook every inch of my body, right down to my finger tips

Similar to when we made love that day it snowed, not the first time but the second
And our stars aligned after a year's time
And we kissed under our Capricorn moon
Until the sun rose up at dusk
And the realization of the separation of our souls started a forest fire..

When the Phoenix met you, at the weeping willow tree

Where all things come to end
To start over again

Burned down to dust, to rise again
Only in death will my soul rest


I have lived and died before

And nevertheless, I have found you sitti
ng so pretty at the base of your willow tree, in every life
No matter how many times I've set your forest aflame