May 2
No…
Let the stars go dim, let the sky forget my name,
I’ll burn the sun out of spite if it means I can stay—
right here,
beside the hush of his breath,
the world outside can hold its death.
Heaven, wait.
Don’t press your gates—
He’s here,
and I’m not done yet.
Let the angels pout, let trumpets mute,
I’d trade eternity for the whisper of his “don’t go,”
soft and low,
like dusk folding over our skin.
Let the cosmos spin without me—
his kiss is the only holy thing.
If time dared to pull him forward,
moved him on, moved him gone—
I’d flip fate backward,
slide through light-years just to belong
again in his hold,
wild and warm and bold.
Can’t stand— no,
I can’t stand to see
some stranger’s lips stealing my symphony,
hands tracing what only mine should know.
No.
I’d drown the clock, freeze the moon’s pull,
erase history with one scream,
if it meant he stayed in this dream.
I’d fall from heaven—
again and again—
if that’s the cost to
breathe him in.
Let the stars go dim, let the sky forget my name,
I’ll burn the sun out of spite if it means I can stay—
right here,
beside the hush of his breath,
the world outside can hold its death.
Heaven, wait.
Don’t press your gates—
He’s here,
and I’m not done yet.
Let the angels pout, let trumpets mute,
I’d trade eternity for the whisper of his “don’t go,”
soft and low,
like dusk folding over our skin.
Let the cosmos spin without me—
his kiss is the only holy thing.
If time dared to pull him forward,
moved him on, moved him gone—
I’d flip fate backward,
slide through light-years just to belong
again in his hold,
wild and warm and bold.
Can’t stand— no,
I can’t stand to see
some stranger’s lips stealing my symphony,
hands tracing what only mine should know.
No.
I’d drown the clock, freeze the moon’s pull,
erase history with one scream,
if it meant he stayed in this dream.
I’d fall from heaven—
again and again—
if that’s the cost to
breathe him in.
