I’ve seen the death of a star
Inexplicably sudden, and horrifyingly dark in the aftermath
Right before my eyes, though I denied it at first
His death left my skin cold and unfamiliar
But before, his light was so consistent
I never imagined life without it
one day my mind wandered
A false narrative that the light never really shined on me
And if it had, it had grown weary of all its efforts to warm my ever hungry core
But I did not believe my rejection could be so suffocating
Yes, I have seen the death of a star
I was the one who snuffed it out