(my) thoughts speak only of you:
the nightmarish fairytale of
a (crumbling) spirit
tied to a lost soul

maybe, if I give you my (heart), it (will) mend the cracks in yours

tomorrow night, I will (fall asleep) under cut-glass comets,
trap them in my dream catcher
and gather them for you in the morning:
(soon), the hurt in your eyes will be eclipsed by stardust

(from) solar system eyes to renewed heart, you will be happy

(life’s cruel), I know,
so let me paint a smile onto your lips:
cherry red’s your (poison)

remember when we gorged on cherries, and they stained your tongue?

(but) wait! (I) am yet to fix your hair:
let me bottle a waterfall so that it will
cascade
into glinting curls
of liquid pearls

it will bring out your eyes, especially when you smile

and finally, what I (desperately hope) to do
is breathe the last ounce of strength (that) I have
from my soul into (yours)

by remembering what you said to me last night:

“I know you (won’t) believe me, but I think you’re beautiful.”

You’re right – I didn’t

*I’m sorry.