Keep those stars apart, D---
Keep them shining bright so I can call them cruel when I know them to be too kind,
I'm sure.

How it felt to lose a piece of yourself in love!
That ******* sting that keeps our hearts knocking on heaven's door

These are things that spit out words like drunk fossils or adopted-out children
Things which can only be experienced and then scattered
So I should stop trying to write you down and hold you up for the world to see
And instead let this poem be an organism in its own right

So when did you realize you were an open wound in the universe?
Do you consider how using your blood for the wrong thing is a form of internal bleeding?
And did you ever really bleed, or was it all internalized and used in the end?

Who was your lover with devil horns and angel wings?
Have you ever realized you are already dead?
Tell me, has a cold accountant ever murdered your friends and usurped the throne of your mind?

Oh trust me, you had to die so many times for no reason:
To get to you. Look around, they are all dead besides you. You are just seeing what you've already done.

But oh,
Do you disagree?

Me too.