this is one of those
theatrical, midnight breakdowns
seen by the markers on my walls
and the cobwebs in the ceiling;
and there i was,
spilling my emotions —
like fragments of a dying star,
all over the place.

lightyears away,
some stars explode immaculately.

right here in my room,
the explosion
isn’t as beautiful;
it just hurts,
and hurts,
and hurts.