Two stars collide.
They're beautiful -
Moving in,
Towards eachother.

You'd think it'd be a beautiful sight.
But when they touch a spark ignites, and
Up in flames goes everything we know.

𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶...

My edges are crooked.
My corners are sharp.
My skin can be rough.
My heart can be dark.
For I am a mourner,
Of all of my lives.
Of all of the pain
That this heart has gained.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦...

I do miss you, and I hope
That you can see,
Behind all the trauma...
There is love. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲.

▪︎mica light▪︎