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.
๐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ...
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.
๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ...
I do miss you, and I hope
That you can see,
Behind all the trauma...
There is love. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ.
โช๏ธmica lightโช๏ธ
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 6:51 PM UTC
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.
๐ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ...
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.
๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ...
I do miss you, and I hope
That you can see,
Behind all the trauma...
There is love. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ.
โช๏ธmica lightโช๏ธ
Choose company who can hold space for your demons, and you theirs, while you banish them together in solidarity. Know your tribe.
Sidereal, (adj.): determined by or from the stars.
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